Album: The Unclenching Of Fists (2005)

To Roam The Endless Plains

I am now the raging fiend
Riding the wings of a frozen wind?
For the horizon beckons me forth.

Wanderer ? without perception
Wanderer ? without direction

Is it my fate, to roam the endless plains?

A dead world blazes behind
A dead world burns in my mind
And the flesh with it?

A spirit of the steppe
I became ethereal
I perpetuate digression
And the illusion
Of ascension?
In circles dimmer and dimmer?

To find, one must know what to search?