Working Title III (Soundfont Demo)

Kathleen (Cover)

Follow You Into The Dark Demo

Quiet down,
Listen close.
A story hidden, patiently
Waiting to be told.
Settle in,
Still and cold.
A hundred generations' silent
Testament unfolds.

Closed eyes,
Shallow lungs.
Find your seat on aged peaks
Nearly a league above
Silver veins,
Emeralds round.
The tallest towers rarely touched,
A hallowed place we've found.

The mountains, they breathe
And whisper soothingly,
The wisdom they have gleaned
From all the centuries they've seen.
Calm air to cool breeze;
Strong stone, gentle creek.
Reaching high above the evergreens,
The mountains, they breathe.

If you must climb, child,
Climb high.

The mountains, they speak
In granite and green,
In valleys and ravines,
In thunder, in lightning.

The Compass & the Clock