Goramyshz We are fragments falling free

Past the pines and peaks they came
Travelers trained to track the trail
Searching souls with seasoned eyes
Meeting at mysterious gates
Someone stands among the stones
(Watching, waiting, wondering who)
Many minds inside one mind
(Breaking, bending into new)
We are fragments falling free
Parts and pieces meant to be
When the calling comes at last
Four will bloom from what has passed
Thunder tears the air apart
People pause with pounding hearts
There he stands, but something splits
Truth takes shape and starts to shift
First voice rises from the fog
Second follows like the rain
Third emerges from below
Fourth completes the change
We are fragments falling free
Parts and pieces meant to be
When the calling comes at last
Four will bloom from what has passed
(Listen closely to the sound)
Powers passing all around
(Watch the way the world transforms)
As the ancient path leads on
We are fragments falling free
Parts and pieces meant to be
When the calling comes at last
Four will bloom from what has passed