Trough the first forests of all the wind is whispering your name. 
Your spirit is wandering trough the lost ages of time. 
I'm wandering and dreaming whether it would be in mine
name you're worshipping and sacrificing
(your heart). 

By the river of undying we are feeling the same
tremors of death and life which do unite. 
The touch of your soul makes worlds in me to come alive.
We'll be searching trough those universes of dreams

First kiss killed my inner agony. 

Last words buried me deep. 

You're the waker of my soul, my inner harmony. 

Trough the forests of forever the wind is whispering your name.