Into the Room of Perpetual Echoes

by Orob

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released November 20, 2013

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Track Name: The Pathway
Dusk, burn the veil of fog
And let the stars appear
Distant are the voices that I followed
Far are the memories from the haven
Quiet, yet stormy
Is the shore
A fire's burning on the tower's top
Men have built walls on these barren lands - I guess
It should light my way (x2)
Until I must refer to the Stars

Dusk, burn the veil of fog
And let the stars appear
Distant are the voices that I followed
Is my quest a dream

Astray In a cloud
I count my mistakes and fortunate times
Why is it so hard to let go ?

My rope Is tired, as are my arms
My breath is getting weak
Whispers are gone for so long
Far are the memories from the haven

Perserverance is the anthem of my journey
Days and Nights have passed, as many shades of moments - Yet I
Go, chasing, remnants of dreams
Begging the next day for a shore to come
Why is it so hard to let go ?

Are those the waves slamming on the bow of my skiff ?
Might I have reached the end of the oceans
Where the fish-beast lies in the swirl of the tempest
Where the giants maintain the frontiers

Here Time doesn't matter
Only the journey is real
And you don't want to get back into the woods
You're a little sack of bones, astray on a plank
What kind of precious stone you think you're made of ?
Cold – is the water that runs through my lungs
As i quit this shelter – I embrace
A higher state, a quieter - shore