Ossian compositions Sad reflections
Gray observations Apocalyptic realities

Here seated In this frozen ground
Staring at your image Impressed in your marble

I'm wondering what you have found
there my dear human gone I'm asking
myself why you are there grieviously

And I met Lady Rain
She sang Like she never did Before

For one hundred years more
And I listened to her
Infatuated
As I'd never heard her
Before

Togheter we escaped the cages of time
She used the tears of one thousand generations
To make her song
An im