Lykathea Aflame - On the Way Home lyrics

His heart he offers them ...and they spurn Then in silence and seclusion ...silently he weeps However there is no one coming all along Who would wipe the tears from His careworn face away And so with each brith of a day he gets up And sets forth the new pilgrimage His endless heart stays opened still So that everyone could enter... ...only visitors sometimes come... He is not clad like a king His garments bear the sign of distant lands Though he is the embodiment of thee Lord So night after night as wave after wave Lonely yearning and silent weep dissembless And they are smitting upon the merciless shore of body... I wish my pilgrimage to reach home already