The Refuge Lyrics - Entities - Project Pitchfork

burned villages 

children cry 

burned fields 

mothers die 

smeared faces crying 

thousands fell on battlefields 

standing by my horse 

the battered armor burts 

laying on a clearing 

staring at the clouds 

feeling down, down, down 

thoughts getting clearer 

looking around 

seeing tears in my eyes 

glaring colours 

everything shining from inside 

they lead me 

back to harmony 

leaving my sorrow back in my body 

moving towards a tree 

dazzling, grining figure on a branch 

dangling with its legs 

curious light shapes teasing me 

giggling around 

the grining figure tucking at my hand 

pulling me through the wood 

towards a city of light 

fairies and other beeings 

rushing to me 

filling my heart with love and harmony 

noticing a silver thread still leading 

back to the sorrow 

the growing desire to stay 

lets the thread get thinner