The advent of arrows foreshadows the dream The serpent's shaft of tourmaline The spark of grief for a life unseen It's the spider's eye of tourmaline A garland of glances, what might have been Th

We step aside, and then across the cliff to a different plateau A different flat, well, a definitely different different flat plateau you know Kinda flat and sandstone that flakes when you hit it wi

Through icy dawns and vivid air, and barrel search and dragon's lair Warm rained ice and shadows fire, and gilded crests of Orpheus' lyre Through it all I dance towards my sun as my soul sought