Shimmering winds softly speak
what we find, what we seek
faith in magic, belief in [bad word] shows whats fair, whats unjust

month, a day, maybe a year
or maybe upon an autumn tear
we'll find the moon, and the sun
and be immortal, and be one 

We are immortal
faithful fateful
we are final
we are one
we are one

Leaves fly away
sinful to stay
but we need them not
for we won't leave this spot
drift away into the sun
with thoughts of none
fade away
as we stay
one