Dreamweaver: 1. Prologue

I sing the sacred vision

Of the all wise wanderer

I sing the sacred vision

Of the weaver of dreams

On Christmas Eve, he fell asleep

Fell asleep so deep, so deep

And woke up on epiphany

With tales to tell

He hurried to the holy Mass

And stood upon the threshold

The warp and weft of wandering

He wove into his tale...