The Falcon Flies Testo

Rain falls from a dark-grey sky
I sense the falcon near
Across the nine worlds he flies
A silent voice my call
he seeks my soul
He sinks down to the underworld
And flies into my dream
he lifts me up while I sleep
and carries me away
I slip away
We fly over mountains
Over seas raging wild
I see trees shaken by the storm
and villages in peaceful dormancy
A shaman reaches out
to greet the one-eyed man
I see the past, the present and
the future melt to one timeless void
A mystic moor-land comes to sight
an unknown path ahead
Elves dancing around me
Could this not be an everlasting dream?