Cales Along Paths Of Return (pagan Nostalgia) Lyrics

Along Paths Of Return (pagan Nostalgia) Lyrics

Steam rises through immovable freezing air, 

Sun fell down to the horizon
yet. 

Dark infinite forests captured by winter greyness, 

Dark
lying down slowly among trees, 

Silence rules, silence which precedes the
storm, though. 

In the centre of the wheel of time 

In the very
heart of darkness 

During the lunar transformation 

It spins
delicate threads of balance. 

Before winter strikes in full force 

And wild frosts bury their sharp claws 

I will spend this night
dancing with flashing shadows of spirits of the

deceased 

Then I
enter the cold grey-like dawn 

And there in the entrails of gloomy foul
weather 

Where damp place and icy breath bind us 

I will set off
along paths covered with leaves that turned black, 

Along paths which
like rivers lead 

Into ways running in the direction of return, 

Across the ravine in time.