"Northern Path" lyrics

My path made of gold, my destination
The beacon in the dark I've been searching for
My hand guides to the core of myself
Once so senseless, the awakening of senses

My words are often quiet, left paths leading north
Don't give up, we are almost home
The clouds are warm, will break away
And the symphony of silence will rule yet another day
Yet another day

The croke in the distance, so violent
The beauty of life feeding on death
The place we long for, finally in reach
A peace at last, the end of wars

My words are often quiet, left paths leading north
Don't give up, we are almost home
The clouds are warm, will break away
And the symphony of silence will rule yet another day
Yet another day

Control of our spirits
Send forth by your will (my will)
A blight is won by choice
Our purges are won by faith (my faith)
The sun wakes the moon up here
To remind us it's down right there
Our spirits lead the way
No sail went out the wind

My words are often quiet, left paths leading north
Don't give up, we're almost home
The clouds are warm, will break away
And the symphony of silence will rule yet another day
Yet another day