Heroes of the trace
I can hardly see through my dusty misbehavior
If only I could sleep and dream my fallen language
And dream my ancient peace
If only I could breathe
The rapture of your first glance
If only I could feel
That autumn sun inside me
Heroes of the flame
I can hardly name my raging, hunting sorrows
If only I could stare at persisting grace and beauty
And never dare to move
If only I could breathe
The rapture of your first glance
If only I could feel
That autumn sun inside me
And sail home
To your door
And sail home
To your door