Testo The Falcon Flies

Rain falls from a dark-grey sky I sense the falcon near Across the nine worlds he flies A silent voice my call he seeks my soul He sinks down to the underworld And flies into my dream hel ifts me up while I sleep and carries me away I slip away We fly over mountains Over seas raging wild I see trees shaken by the storm and villages in peaceful dormancy A shaman reaches out to greet the one-eyed man I see the past, the present and the future melt to one timeless void A mystic moor-land comes to sight an unknown path ahead Elves dancing around me Could this not be an everlasting dream?