The Song of Kionis

Mmm…

In the shadow of the mountain, where the cold winds sigh,

two brothers played beneath the sky.

One ran deep where the pines grow dark,

the other called through the forest’s heart —

“Kionis, where did you go?”

but the wind said no, only echo.

He knelt down in the fading light,

prayed to heaven through the night,

“Take my soul, just let me find

the brother I left behind.”

Now the wind still carries his cry,

Kion… Kion… Kion…

through the valleys, through the night,

he’s the voice that never dies.

It’s love that never ends,

a brother calling again.

Wings of mercy, tears of flame,

God remembered the brother’s name.

Now he flies where the rivers sleep,

through the fog, where shadows weep.

In every drop, in every breeze,

his memory hums through the trees.

And when the mountains start to sigh,

you’ll hear him in the sky.

Now the wind still carries his cry,

Kion… Kion… Kion…

through the valleys, through the night,

he’s the voice that never dies.

It’s love that never ends,

a brother calling again.

When Kionis calls from the peaks above,

the rain will fall like a song of love.

Every tear that the sky lets go

is a memory carved in stone.

Now the wind still carries his cry,

Kion… Kion… Kion…

through the ages, through the night,

he’s the echo of pure light.

Love that never ends,

a brother calling again.

Mmm…

When Kionis calls, the world remembers —

love never ends.