Transcendence

The snow was gently falling

A white mist filled the air

I hear the cold wind callingSomething's waiting thereI stand alone in silenceUpon the mountain high

I'm waiting for the spiritsEyes upon the skyThey whisper in my visionsThey haunt me in my dreams

They've shown me worlds that shimmer

And peaceful fields of green

Try to find your sky

Your world within yourselfIn death I've found the answerIn death I live again

Fear not the reaper's bladeIt does not mean the end

It does not mean the end

It does not mean the end, noIt never really ends