*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Through tangled brush and desert sands,
Through streets deserted of desire,
Through endless days in foreign lands,
Through endless nights of frigid fire.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Down paths of gnarled, twisted roots,
Down aisles shorn of Christian grace,
Down littered lanes in soulless boots,
Down halls detached from learning’s face.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Past houses crumbled into dust,
Past fields of long-forgotten faith,
Past bridges left to rot and rust.
Past cities clogged with money’s myth,
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Over rivers choked with ego’s blight,
Over mountains stripped of fervent hope,
Over oceans bare of wisdom’s light,
Over lands denuded of sacred scope.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Into cleansing lakes of burning balm,
Into searing hearts filled with love,
Into frenzied arms of worried calm,
Into thine everlasting peace above.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Through tangled brush and desert sands,
Through streets deserted of desire,
Through endless days in foreign lands,
Through endless nights of frigid fire.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Down paths of gnarled, twisted roots,
Down aisles shorn of Christian grace,
Down littered lanes in soulless boots,
Down halls detached from learning’s face.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Past houses crumbled into dust,
Past fields of long-forgotten faith,
Past bridges left to rot and rust.
Past cities clogged with money’s myth,
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Over rivers choked with ego’s blight,
Over mountains stripped of fervent hope,
Over oceans bare of wisdom’s light,
Over lands denuded of sacred scope.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*
Into cleansing lakes of burning balm,
Into searing hearts filled with love,
Into frenzied arms of worried calm,
Into thine everlasting peace above.
*Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.*