The Observer (feat. Øystein H. Aadland)

I watched the weightless sky at night

And counted stars of aeons past

My body heavy on the ground

I heard the whispers of deceit

Giant voices roaring deep

My soul rejoicing in the sound

In timeless fields I lay my head

Then, from the valleys down below

Rose smoke and ashes from a fire

Flustered voices tore the air

They spoke of unfulfilled desires

Tribulations and despair

The end of endings drawing near

Ah, these timely herds

And their infant gods

Predictable as seasons

They instigate a new crusade

Heedless of the trodden path

They march in line, in righteous wrath

Soon to be replenished

By descendants of their faith

Hidebound and saintly

By canting idols lead astray

Seething with fury

They sought to burn the night away

Still, I would not deny the spirit

Of the young and brave

Was I by memories betrayed?

Yet, as I roamed the barren fields

Under stars and weightless sky

Such scattered thoughts, I let them pass me by

Dreaming

Of aeons past and mountains high

Ah, these timely herds

And their infant gods

Predictable as seasons

They instigate a new crusade

Heedless of the trodden path

They march in line, in righteous wrath

Soon to be replenished

By descendants of their faith

I let them pass me by

These timely herds

I let them pass me by