الأغاني: Project Pitchfork. The Refuge.

burned villages
children cry
burned fields
mothers die
smeared faces crying
thousands fell on battlefields
standing by my horse
the battered armor hurts

laying on a clearing
staring at the clouds
feeling down down down down
thoughts getting clearer
looking around
seeing tears in my eyes
glaring colors
everything shining from inside

they lead me
back to harmony

leaving my sorrow back in my body
moving towards a tree
dazzling grining figure on a branch
dangling with its legs
curious light shapes teasing me
giggling around

the grining figure tucking at my hand
pulling me through the wood
towards a city of light
fairies and other beings
rushing to me
filling my heart with love and harmony

they lead me
back to harmony

noticing a silver thread still leading
back to the sorrow
the growing desire to stay
lets the thread get thinner

they lead me
back to harmony