I can move mountains
With your little love equal to a mole
With the tiniest corner in your heart
I can make fractions into a whole

a cold wave sweeps about
as them leaves dance in the air
the road paved with golden hue
and bare trees in mist everywhere

mountains peaking in the distance
and a white sky to cover it all
feeling the gloom as some feel
in the hours before a snowfall

stood one man clothed in black
as black as the darkest night
yellow eyes and red teeth
in the shadows shade he hides

prying upon the withering weather
he watches the moon grow dark
in this hollow there are no whispers
one who speaks gets ripped apart

as the cold sets in the stones
the air becomes dense with despair
this forsaken land grieves and mourns
bleeding in frozen tears

the white eats into the ground
and the beautiful silence bleeds
one can't help but feel drowned
in more beauty that he must keep

the lone man ran for the shelter
but the trees had shed their leaves
the serene path of the golden hue
goes through mountains deep

trapped in this lethal paradise
Intoxicated by the white powder
the winds blowing harder then ever
thunder roaring up high louder

the lone man was disappearing
and the old man had no place to hide
whatever there is has fallen asleep
and the rest have already died

his black cloak soaking in white
sky is falling down with cruel wrath
his footprints disappearing in ashes
now there are no trees and no path

Only one man clothed in white
as white as the whitest white  
red eyes and yellow teeth
upon a paradise he hides

mountains peaking in the distance
and a white sky has covered it all
feeling the longing as some feel
in the hours after the snowfall

The wind
The deep, long breaths of the sea
echoes off mountains
through deserts
across streams

It rumbles through the trees
and sings
through chimes and strings

But it dies off
Eventually
Like all Hearts of Wind do