Today, something has awaken in me,
No more doubt, the road is calling me,
My trip is not planned but I have to go,
Far away I will flee until comes vertigo.
Tired, I need to sleep until the dawn,
But in my mind your memories spawn.
I remember your soft touch on my skin,
When we were living in a dream of satin.
But the morning light brings no comfort
To my soul, moments of hopes are short.
I try to avoid the evil gaze of the night lords,
As I follow the road through the dry fords.
Week after week, I go further to the east,
I want to reach an old city lost in the mist.
I want to reach the homeland of my fathers
Before fallen angels lose their last feathers.
All around me is turning red in the fall,
Old maples lining the path, like a wall.
I feel at home in this derelict country,
I rest at the feet of trunks like the ivy.
The road is shining like a sandy ribbon,
As I reach the last hill before the town.
The gates are wrecked, walls cracked,
The citadel s