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