I Am The Viator
- Thrawsunblat (2013)You are listening to the song I Am The Viator by Thrawsunblat, in album Thrawsunblat II: Wanderer on the Continent of Saplings. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Stranded here on this wretched pier
The Nihilist dead in the earth
The four urns I bore, and the sorrow I wore
Their ash and my grief spread o'er the earth.
These burdens done, and these labours won
I can return to my home
These journeys done, and into mythos spun
I now return to my home.
But it was a storm. A storm to kill
I was driven to these shores
It was a storm. A storm that killed
Oh how it took from me. Yet I remain.
It's high time for high tide
On this bay of immeasurable loss
A rising tide will raise all ships
But mine is long since a sunken wreck.
So I took an axe along the woods of my idols
I tapped the trunks to see which were hollow
Now I sail on this ship I've nailed
together from the trees of felled idols.
This past twelvemonth was a roiling storm
It killed, it stole, it blazed, it cracked
I howled, I fought, I wailed, I mourned
I was nought but a sunken wreck.
But now I know what it is to throw
Off a burden the weight of the earth
Now I burn with the strength I've earned
And shift my gaze to the black clouds.
Now I am the storm. A storm to kill
I shall decimate these shores
A cyclone at the end of a cycle
Above the world, my life stretching out to the end of the earth
The Wanderer is dead; I see it all.
The Child (sees the Viator wending his way)
Becomes the Wanderer on the Earth
The Wanderer (led by the Mentor grey)
Becomes the Viator on his path.
The Viator (seeing the Questioning Child)
Becomes himself the Mentor wise
The Mentor (instructing The Wanderer wild)
Becomes himself once more the Questioning Child.
The storm has gone, and the Wanderer is dead
I am become more…
I am the Viator
Master of paths, singer of wars
I am the Viator.
I return to the Maritimes
I shall release it from death and decay
I return to her misted climes
I shall devour her death and decay.
I am the Viator
I am the path, the journey, the war
I am the Viator.
I return to the Maritimes
I shall sing the songs I've earned
I return to her misted climes
I shall teach the fires I've learned.
I am the Viator
I am the path, the journey, the war
I am the Viator
Master of paths, singer of wars.
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