Above the rocks of Pine Tree Hill
Beyond the borders of my will
lies the place which isn't there
unless I am dreaming
from which it's reality I could swear.
Long boughs of twining twigs, growing still
Forms a large circular crest
a sanctuary not for living nor for death
but some unreachable thing far beyond
A gateway.
And I wonder to whom does it belong?
Although my heart knows
it is for these answers that I long.

And so I walk to Pine Tree Hill
Beyond the borders of my will
I found the place that was not there
And those that dwell
maidens in white and devil mares
black eyes and glossy skin, an iridescent shell.
I crossed beyond knowing an uncertain return
I was once young
now I am old and unlearned
replaced by the one who sung
trapped in this unreachable world
and so very far beyond.

And so you walk to Pine Tree Hill
To the border of my will
I am the voice of the girl who wandered there
long lost
waiting in a timeless lair
with eager skies for eyes
Take my place
Take my place or forever beware!