Journey To...

Counting the hours, counting the milestones,
Hearing the sound of the wind,
Feeling the heat, feeling the arrows,
That begin to burn.

Darkness is cold, the day is dying,
By the moon and by the clouds,
Nothing outside, just the crying,
Of the Loon on the lake.

Instrumental part...

Counting the hours, counting the milestones,
Hearing the sound of the wind,
Feeling the heat, feeling the arrows,
That begin to burn.