Lirama

I see the hill
scattered to horizons
They've haunted my dreams
for a long time

The bones of ancestors
lay unrestful
They're calling me
to their shrine

And I struggle
With the season before the snow
The ground is hard with ice
the road beckons, I'll follow

Home must be left
to know the longing
The toes will grow numb
from the frost

I used to know
where I was heading for
Somewhere, somehow
it just got lost

I'd give anything
for the signs in the sky
Wheels of fire wild at play
spinning, ascending