Only the night can see my face,
The two rivers are silent slowly flowing.
Your soft takes away my breath.
And no more hopes to feel the warmth,
And no more words in this cold.
On this path,
I will not know where you go.
Someday time will break
Once we built in this island...
Wondrous, powerfully imaginative and mesmerizing, this could describe Fogweaver in a few words... gorgeous release, as always! This is the kind of music I can loop and fly away to fantasy lands. Very inspiring, and very special, in a beautiful, otherworldly way... Roquemaure