Eboracum

A stream of feelings goes away
The silence of nature keeps this secret
I vanish as my thoughts pass from sight
I hide de wishes I yearn to make

Chorus:
But I need to leave
To go away
At least "clogs'll spark toneet"
I wish I could stay

"This is the land where you belong..."

Don't talk to me
Wizard from this distant land
No spells, no tricks
I cannot stay

The choir does not sing my fate
The ancient land still calls my name
The wind does not whisper signs
But at Minster I hear my old prayers

Chorus

My soul seems to land
Although this is a foreign place
Visions give me a shallow pleasure
Shambling I will find my grave
Ghosts
Show me the way