My path made of gold, my destination The beacon in the dark I've been searching for My hand guides to the core of myself Once so senseless, the awakening of senses My words are often quiet, left paths leading north Don't give up, we are almost home The clouds are warm, will break away And the symphony of silence will rule yet another day Yet another day The croke in the distance, so violent The beauty of life feeding on death The place we long for, finally in reach A peace at last, the end of wars My words are often quiet, left paths leading north Don't give up, we are almost home The clouds are warm, will break away And the symphony of silence will rule yet another day Yet another day Control of our spirits Send forth by your will (my will) A blight is won by choice Our purges are won by faith (my faith) The sun wakes the moon up here To remind us it's down right there Our spirits lead the way No sail went out the wind My words are often quiet, left paths leading north Don't give up, we're almost home The clouds are warm, will break away And the symphony of silence will rule yet another day Yet another day