the Revelation of days For the Souls going not From nowhere to nowhere Following the Wind Wizard Omin has reached The Castle that stands in the Forest
A melody. So charming beautiful and short Picks wind to bind and sound so lonely In the lowering sky among the clouds The sky ships never knowing rest
Far away beyond the blackest ocean of blood on the boundless scope of lost mainland of Nameless Horror under pale nebulas united in mysterious runes I
've failed to behold I was enblinded others were betongued Beheaded left handless... Sometimes I miss mirage - last thing I saw The gray sullen sky and the golden forest
I open Heart for my eyes to see The skyline is so sad This morning it finds me cry With tears of uncrowned King...
Come and take me away Procession waits for ceremony White hearse among the trees And endless line of black hoods Nothing will break the solemnity First
I know the word you've forgotten And walks the roads you're frighten of All my dreams were nonsense for you I was broken by your emptiness But now I dance
bewitched And now on my bended knees I am praying "For Thine is the Kingdom"... ...I know they've died and turned into the Black Swans To dance on the forest
This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was
the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper From the soul of gold to the belly of a boy Well they drew him from the forest like they draw
blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land Looked at my hands, and there's a red stream That went streaming through
me For it is you not me That's the part you fail to see I am the forest, now I'm a tree The air is dirty, I cannot breathe My streams run empty, my
Run through forests On a hot Summer day Trying to break down Walls of numbing pain Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy Taste the
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
concrete forest of course it is of course it is The lamp posts are the oak trees the street tops are the streams The natives all stay inside their huts
poor ones who have none though they have tried Someone is drowning down there in the flood But this river will dry by tomorrow Is it ocean or stream
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was
said you were loving me You said I could never see The forest for the trees Where you're concerned Just another game you've lost And just another stream
