Keep Of Kalessin

Fortified and concealed
In layers of leaf-thin safety
Where the trails of burning gold
Cross upon the black uncharted
When all waters were one water
And darkness not yet bleached by light
From before man set foot on any soil
One source
Cold experience
You can never flee
From the fate of your mortality
Touched by the cold
The elder among the old
A touch of the black
Opening of the eyes
A vision of clarity
Cold infinity
Cross upon the black uncharted
Formless the shape in the sky