Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.

Through tangled brush and desert sands,
Through streets deserted of desire,
Through endless days in foreign lands,
Through endless nights of frigid fire.

Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.

Down paths of gnarled, twisted roots,
Down aisles shorn of Christian grace,
Down littered lanes in soulless boots,  
Down halls detached from learning’s face.

Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.

Past houses crumbled into dust,
Past fields of long-forgotten faith,
Past bridges left to rot and rust.
Past cities clogged with money’s myth,

Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.

Over rivers choked with ego’s blight,
Over mountains stripped of fervent hope,
Over oceans bare of wisdom’s light,
Over lands denuded of sacred scope.

Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.

Into cleansing lakes of burning balm,
Into searing hearts filled with love,
Into frenzied arms of worried calm,
Into thine everlasting  peace above.

Free me from the winds of eternity,
Free me from the hounds of hell,
Free me from the pangs of memory,
Free me from my prison cell.