Your soul is searching again...
I can feel the depths of its anguish.

There, on the edge of the black-mist horizon...
That faint outline, wings spread, a dull, angry red.

I can feel the hunger and thirst emanating from you...
It's palpable, it makes me parched, hurting inside.

Seeking again, I know I can't reach you...
Tormenting me with a memory lost among the eons.

I can't break free of this chain that is around me...
I struggle to break myself free, knowing it is futile.

Your soul has been patient, waiting in sorrow...
Waiting, I know, for centuries perhaps.

Until I've learned this lesson and my soul knows its name...
I will be feeling the depths of your souls anguish for eternity.