Over the hills and out to the seas
Where the islands are statues that blow in the breeze
With old flowing haircuts of cloud forest trees
That’s where there be monsters

Pack light
Face lined
If you’ve a past, leave it behind
We’re going to go where the future is blind
We’re going to the land that wanders

And if you’ve not virtue
And if you’ve not purpose
And if you’ve not knowing of whether it’s worthless
to battle or rattle your bones
Be ready to change your beliefs on a whim~
For we go to the land of unknowns

Fear-it’s go in
Spirits come out
Gods are found peering in shadows of doubt
And even a whimper belongs as a shout
In the land of the hammering haunters

I give you my ring
I give you my key
I give you the things that I’ll never need
I give you my living so I may be freed
to a land that spans
with all that’s at hand
on the arm of the great undoing
I give no assurance that it shall be grand
Plentiful, bounded or fewing

We go with no reason
No heartache, nor treason
We go in the season of change
We go with no knowing of safety or danger
No sharing of lust in the noble or stranger
We go on the gust of the great rearranger
We go to a land rearranged