The Owl Keeper

Renaissance; rebirth
No time to mourn
He finds his way, his sorrows reborn
He finds his way from sentinel’s scorn

Along the way he finds his path
Along the way he takes it back
Along the way he finds his path
Along the way he takes it back

Bleak illumination guides his path
Where no soul can follow past
Embers of those connected to him
Drift away in the winds of the time that’s passed

Drifting apart between a mindful haze
Underneath the weeping angel’s gaze
Oak and cedar splinter
Beneath his soul’s crippling wintеr

Burn the bridge
Bury the bladе
Burn

(The cold erodes the life around him)
His path is a seed of hope for another day
(The cold erodes the life around him)
His path is a seed to feel whole again

Renaissance; rebirth
No time to mourn
He finds his way, his sorrows reborn
He finds his way from sentinel’s scorn
Along the way he finds his path
Along the way he takes it back

And I would search for you
Over and over, again and again
As fear holds my senses
I’ll walk the path to find it again
And I would search for you
Over and over, again and again

Burn the bridge
Bury the blade
Burn the bridge
Bury the blade
Burn

(The cold erodes the life around him)
His path is a seed of hope for another day
(The cold erodes the life around him)
His path is a seed to feel whole again

Renaissance; rebirth
No time to mourn
He finds his way, his sorrow’s reborn
He finds his way from sentinel’s scorn
Along the way he finds his path
Along the way he takes it back

And I would search for you
Over and over, again and again
As fear holds my senses
I’ll walk the path to find it again
And I would search for you
Over and over, again and again
As fear holds my senses
I’ll walk the path to find it again
And I would search for you
Over and over, again and again
As fear holds my senses
I’ll walk the path to find it again
And I would search for you
Over and over, again and again
As fear holds my senses
I’ll walk the path to find it again