Along Paths Of Return (pagan Nostalgia) – Cales – letras

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 timeIn the very heart of darknessDuring the lunar transformationIt spins delicate threads of balance.Before winter strikes in full forceAnd wild frosts bury their sharp clawsI will spend this night dancing with flashing shadows of spirits of thedeceasedThen I enter the cold grey-like dawnAnd there in the entrails of gloomy foul weatherWhere damp place and icy breath bind usI will set off along paths covered with leaves that turned black,Along paths which like rivers leadInto ways running in the direction of return,Across the ravine in time.