Track Insight / Lyrics
Stepped ashore, a weathered form,
Blade in hand, the storm's aftermath.
Across the dock, the rhythm's calm,
Ferry's gone, to a forgotten psalm.
Moonlight lingers, a silver sheen,
On rippling waves, a silent scene.
A witcher's touch, a cleansing clean,
The steel it sings, a mournful keen.
Silver stream, a flowing sigh,
Washing memories, 'neath a painted sky.
Where echoes fade, and spirits fly,
In silent grace, the moonbeam's eye.
Each stroke precise, a whispered word,
The blade it gleams, a legend heard.
But echoes fade, like voices blurred,
A witcher's path, forever stirred.
Silver stream, a flowing sigh,
Washing memories, 'neath a painted sky.
Where echoes fade, and spirits fly,
In silent grace, the moonbeam's eye.
The world moves on, in restless sway,
But here remains, a twilight day.
A silver sheen, upon the bay,
The ferry waits, for souls to stray.
Organ rolls, a soulful plea,
Lost in time, where spirits flee.
The silver light, sets spirits free,
A witcher's vigil, silently.
Silver stream, a flowing sigh,
Washing memories, 'neath a painted sky.
Where echoes fade, and spirits fly,
In silent grace, the moonbeam's eye.
Silver fades, to morning's gleam,
A witcher's watch, a thinning dream.
