Isgaard — Where The River Will Flow
Bright as the sunlight
Or pale as the moon
If [bad word] too soon

Words lost in silence
Are leaving this place
Vanishing soon without trace

Still, I’m carried by a wave
And no-one here to save me

Always wanted to know
Where the river will flow
Always wanted to be
Where it joins with the sea

Watch a leaf in the storm
That is changing its form
Will I ever find out
What it is all about

Seeds blown away now
Can’t grow as a tree
But now they are free

Leave what you loved once
And love what you hate
Your free will or fate?

Million faces without names
Who’s there to play my games?