[Promenade Pt. 1]
[Instrumental]

[The Gnome]
[Instrumental]

[Promenade Pt.2]
Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone
Wipe away endless years
Childhood tears as dry as stone

From seeds of confusion
Illusions dark blossoms have grown
Even now in furrows of sorrow
The doubt still is sown

My life's course is guided
Decided by limits drawn
On charts of my past days
And pathways since I was born

[The Sage]
I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathed it every day
You and I are yesterday's answers
The earth of the past come to flesh
Eroded by Time's rivers
To the shapes we now possess

[Acoustic Guitar Solo]

Come share of my breath and my substance
And mingle our streams and our times
In bright, infinite moments
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes

[The Hut of Baba Yaga]
[Instrumental]

[The Great Gates of Kiev]
Come forth, from love's fire
Born in life's fire
Born in life's fire
Come forth, from love's fire
In the burning, of our yearning
For life to be

And in pain there must be gain new life!
Stirring in, salty streams
And dark hidden seams
Where the fossil sun gleams
[Instrumental Break]

They were, sent to the gates
Ride the tides of fate
Ride the tides of fate
They were, sent to the gates
In the burning all are yearning
For life to be, oh

[Instrumental Break]

They were, sent to the gates
Ride the tides of fate
Ride the tides of fate
They were, sent to the gates
In the burning all are yearning
For life to be, oh, to be

There's no end to my life
No beginning to my death
Death is life