The wind blows hard against this mountainside,
across the sea into my soul.

It rearches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road.
My heart is old, it hold´s my memories, my body burns a gernlike flame.

Somewhere between the soul & soft machine, is where I find myself again.

Kyrié elesion.....down the road that I must travel
Kyrié elesion.....through the darkness of the night
Kyrié elesion.....where I´m goin´ will you follow
Kyrié elesion.....on a highway in the night
When I was young, I through of growing old,
of what my life would mean to me.

World I have followed down, my chosen sord,
or only wished what I could be.

Kyrié elesion.....down the road that I must travel
Kyrié elesion.....through the darkness of the night
Kyrié elesion.....where I´m goin´ will you follow
Kyrié elesion.....on a highway in the night