Yearning the Seeds of a New Dimension

Among hills I have wandered
Through forests so cold
Over mountains a raging thunder
Followed the ways foretold
A request a "leave me be"...
Through the shape that I longed for...
Withering visions...
Bleeding to search for the more...

Behold the memories within,
A questful battle to win.
Towards which he is carrying,
The burden named destiny.
It is poundering proud on his shoulders.
Creating and Dreaming,
Is it all the same?
As I touch this flame...

...Of mine.

I await your call,
Trough body, spirit and mind,
I shine, I shine.
The forces of Prima Mater.
Unite us this heathen night,
Yearning your unknown mysterious beauty.