Countless Skies Lyrics - Be'lakor

Countless times below me 

Rivers rose and fell 

Ageless stones eroding out 

Across the endless swell 

Songs to pave the seasons 

Wounds to follow birth 

Cries to carry through the night 

Wombs to feed the earth 

Countless skies above me 

Each unlike the next 

Lines of more than moon and sun 

Glimpses of a text 

Countless hands have sought me 

Reaching out in vain 

Permanence observes without 

Compassion or disdain 

Flames to greet the harvest 

Storms to face in awe 

Winds to weave through every wood 

Walls to dull the road 

Purpose lost to frailty 

Craning blades of grass 

Strength and weakness on and on 

All that is will pass 

Countless hands have sought me 

Reaching out in vain 

Permanence observes without 

Compassion or disdain 

Flames to greet the harvest 

Storms to face in awe 

Winds to weave through every wood 

Walls to dull the road 

Countless waves around me 

Strong until the last 

Leaning into dimming dreams 

All that was has passed