The Nearing Grave - Long Distance Calling

Call of the grim

My nearing grave

Earth’s cold temple

The turning wave

Trees abide

In the sound of air

Jaded soul

Are you going my way

I came once I heard you sing

I came once I saw you

Your presence within my love

Weight did not bind me

Voice from the mire

The calling head

His mouth of birds

Sound in white rain

Daybreak

Stand clear now

Here come the calm overcoming

I came once I heard you sing

I came once I saw you

Your presence within my love

Weight did not bind me

Call of the grim

My nearing grave

Earth’s cold temple

The turning wave

I came once I heard you sing

I came once I saw you

Your presence within my love

Weight did not bind me