Yearning 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...
