take me higher
on thy search
over mountains, seas
and bare naked valleys
through the forests, and birds among trees
like a dancing man
with no remorse
subtle surrender
to a single call
they dance, they fall
into the enchantment
the ruin of burned ages
that nature transcend
great satyr,
dreams aloud the sound
- the flute of pan
they keep following me
through the woods
it reminds me
it reminds me
long gone affairs
lone river,
take all our secrets away from here
further from this town
further from this notion of steer
the violin creates us the choirs
the drums sets through the rhythm
life urges, while the wildness scores
breaking the glass
singing quietly over this fields