What We Lost in the Mist

The peaks of our past will withstand the test of time

Magnificent aspects of nature adored

With affection we peer across our untouched lands

Within every man lies a deep fire burning



Stories told, stories lied, that which we can not hide

I let the river run it's course through my veins



Wherein lies the beauty which rekindle our hearts

Each step throughout wondrous seasons explored

Over perpetual snow we walk with vie and servitude

The mountain is our king, the wind our queen



Our stories have no choice

So listen to the tempest's voice

A flicker on our ancestral shore

And there was nothing more



As the smoke recedes

Unveiling our futile deeds

A walk across divine collapse

We wander as centuries elapse



The memories we thought we had

Are just fragments of what used to be

Fruitlessly searching along the banks

For someone or something that can not be



The last light dims away, as do our tale

A slow descend into the waters of null

The glow we had within is what we gave

What we found will forever remain lost