Cult of Luna
Finland (Live at La Gaîté Lyrique)
These things moved me when I turned my back
Now I return with open hands
I found light that lead me to the shrine
Where children sang and pilgrims mourned
I was lost but not alone
From a distance they come alive
Sleepwalking across the plains
No answers were found here
Seeking shelter in her embrace
Down on sore knees
Erase and begin
Under my eyelids
Come forth light