5. The Temple Of Sagal
Look to window and reach the eyes that stare to the sky
The snow falls so softly...
It buries the garden
All prepared for the winter, thou have sowed your seeds
The yearning glance to hills, these thoughts they burn within
They always lead to same, turning the back again
The journey goes on, at night you'll hear a call
And if your eyes could see, you would see the door
That opens sometimes for awhile
As the screams disappear through the night...
7. In The Hands Of Storm
When northern storm is rising
He gathers the powers might
Travels through the highest skies
Alone forevermore, but so sublime
Crying here to be free from mortal form, so valueless
Heading towards source of all
Alone forevermore
In the hands of storm he is purified,
Searching for the sound from the ancient lakes
Heavens open now, clouds are raining blood
This might be the one, our final doom
Found the source of life that is our doom
This is all too much, this is the doom