amun
As they ran out of wood, Amun stopped, glancing around at the rest of their little group. It seemed they weren’t sure what to do, at least until Deimos took up the bones. Then the potter looked around again, before shrugging. As the tall dark and handsome man searched around for something, the Ascended figured it was time for another song, one beffiting a funeral procession.
I am sailing, I am sailing,
home again ‘cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.
I am flying, I am flying,
like a bird ‘cross the sky.
I am flying, passing high clouds,
to be with you, to be free.
This time, his voice came out more sweetly, though still with more force than finesse.
I am sailing, I am sailing,
home again ‘cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.
I am flying, I am flying,
like a bird ‘cross the sky.
I am flying, passing high clouds,
to be with you, to be free.
This time, his voice came out more sweetly, though still with more force than finesse.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
