Dendrochronology - Eidola

Do you seek out a teacher?

A vagrant man who roams the Danxia

In search of ancient eyes?

Well don’t be surprised if that affair proves to be nothing more than vaticide

Do you see yourself as a preacher?

A man who doles out consequence for a God fit to be tied

As the path intwined grows cold and dim

Inside the labyrinth of the mind

Take a step back

Breathe in the golden air and let your notions go

Tracing lineage through the wrists of kings

To find room to expand on how we came to be

A history through the rings of trees

Now I’ve heard you need a savior

Just tell me that it’s anyone but me

The greatest divide has never been kind

To anyone who tries to conquer pride

Destroy, rebuild

Every city, every culture, every monument

Until we’re constant and loved

Like a child in the arms of impermanence

Like Siddhartha handing you the torch

And I see your faith in us

Do you see my faith in us?

When patience defies your art, (You lit the flame)

Take root in our hallowed souls.

(Fate flows through me)

Kings of kings and ghosts of man.

(Tell me your name)

Whisper softly

Tell me your name

Whisper softly