Clearing the Sand - Huntsmen

Where the mountain hides the plain

And the city of the shifting sands

Wandering spirits of the slain

Shriek on evening winds

The soft light of the morning

Keeps the passes lit

I fell into a stillness

It came rushing back to me

Shackle memory to the sun

And chase it through the sky

Release attachments one by one

Forget them as they die

Cast rocks into the ocean

Feel the tide again

Lose track of all the moments

Clear the sand again