The end of song
Legacy broken, wasted
But not forgotten
Whispers in the wind
Signs found hidden in shadows
Gone but never lost
Woe to the missing
His hushed lips and empty hands
I sing what I know
The journey starts here
A story told through pieces
May you lend your ear
Seek scattered verses
In the places they were left
Make the shattered whole
Eight lines to collect
Order is no importance
Only their meaning
Find the realm of words
Ingrance-tainted fingers
The chicken awaits