with a thousand leagues behind her and a thousand up ahead;
for the City never man has seen,
for the vision ever man has dreamed;
for a thousand leagues in search of hope
and a thousand more ahead
this is for one forgotten, light at the end of the world
she lives through loss, a light to the end of the world
golden light of aetoras, the flesh made into word
in a history of histories, and saplings of a world
tree to hang a hanging son and penance open wide to
children flown across the seas toward the setting sun
this is for one forgotten, light at the end of the world
the gloaming man, a light to the end of the world
golden light of aetoras,
the flesh made into word in a history of histories, and
saplings of a world tree to hang a hanging son, and
penance open wide to children flown across the seas
into the setting sun
