The waters are warm - The air is cold
Spirit ever young; only body growing old
In sleep I walk; a shadow at night
Dreams are not cloudy; I at last have sight
No sky above No earth below
So I walk this realm - it's wonders I must know
The rain falls hard The ice freezes slow
The surrounding storm leaves no place to go
By night mare fly o'er reality's wake
By shadows of Mordar, I tremble and shake
Unrest stirs the farthest places
My body sleeps but my mind races
All I see I must not tell
for this is my journey and where I dwell
I soar above and walk below
I gather fascination and away it must stow
This is my tale, mine to control
for I must not tell a living soul
and now I sink to the depths of the Ocean
where at last I must rest