NightWraith - Whispers of Dragonflies

Returning to hallowed grounds / of red sands and granite spires
Retreat to the canyon walls / carved by ancient tears and time
The river fades and then returns / like embers in a dying fire
Echos of paternal wisdom / through the whispers of dragonflies

Our wandering footsteps consume the path
Uncovering stories written by ghosts from the past
Scenery constantly changing as distances soar
And the cave provides some shelter during thе storm

A thousand scorched trees are now fossilized
Likе sunbleached bones that stand up on a hillside
Shadows expand as the light fades and darkness ensues
And it is quiet here under the landscape of the moon