The Yearning (Empyrium)

I ride through day and night listen wind, they art my fellows Eternally I am looking for the eye inside my heart the yearning grows I rode through the forest in purchase over mountains so high that it seems they touch the sky riding through meadows so lonely wrestled up streams so clean My lips art so cold where is the tongue that melts the ice and snow? My grief is infinite where are art thou who heals my wounds? I ride through day and night crystal wind bring me my fellows Eternally I am looking for the eye the palace of the earth