Distant Pipes Lament - Part-1

Into a vortex chemically unbalanced, Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch. My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced, All darkness Inverted oh so much. Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch, Outside reality searching space. All darkness Inverted oh so much, I hear the call of ancient race. Outside reality searching space, Searching out for ancient rune. I hear the call of ancient race, Before a cold lonely winter moon. Searching out for ancient rune, Weeping starlight crystal light. Before a cold lonely winter moon, Cold desolation In the night. Weeping starlight crystal light, Always watching In silver shadows. Cold desolation In the night, As cold as old ancient barrows. Always watching In silver shadows, Rising spirit of the old mountain dew. As cold as old ancient barrows, An ancient calling beckoning you. Rising spirit of the old mountain dew, Playing haunting tunes. An ancient calling beckoning you, Casting musical runes. Playing haunting tunes, Drunken on the old Celtic pipes. Casting musical runes, By ancient Arrachs' stripes. Drunken on the old Celtic pipes, Enchanting magic sings. By ancient Arrachs' stripes, The ancient Celts she brings. Enchanting magic sings, Happiness a virtue of Joy In heart. The ancient Celts she brings, The glory of ancient days ne'er part. Happiness virtue of joy In heart, Breathing In sighs deeply linger. The glory of ancient days ne'er part, Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger. Breathing In sighs deeply linger, Staring off Into a horizon distant. Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger, My timeless sorrow runs consistant. Staring off Into a horizon distant, Beautiful salted fresh air echoes. My timeless sorrow runs consistant, Now my grieving thought upon you flows. Beautiful salted fresh air echoes, Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories. Now my grieving thought upon you flows, As I receive waves' memory deliveries. Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories, Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon. As I receive waves' memory deliveries, As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune. Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon, Your bright light touches one vision. As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune, My heart weeps In Its derision. Your bright light touches one vision, Standing out most beautiful lady. My heart weeps In Its derision, As warm before me you stand In glory. A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.