The fire burns in the land of the bird's spirit

The smoke flows of my bones I have to go there

That childish hand discovered the masks in the wood

Those bright eyes saw hooded figures smashed

They streaked in shadows

There places whispered their names

And the summer breeze smelled with a winter

Strong timbers absorbed her words

And the answer was just a flutter

Of winged beings up in the limbs

Tallis the sweetheart of the cripple

Her warrior under the strong against the storm

Stone talismans scared away all birds

The nature's laws the love the death and the knowing

Mysterious beings warriors in furs and bones of prophecy

Endless search for the lost lost brother harry

Long wandering to the place

Place where the life ends and the lost could be found

Could be found lavondyss

Lonely in death the circle -lavondyss