| The sky is burning in this lonely land | 
| And I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind | 
| The wind from beyond the mountain | 
| The wind from beyond the mountain | 
| And she comes to me in this lonely land | 
| And looks down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind | 
| The wind from beyond the mountain | 
| The wind from beyond the mountain | 
| Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut | 
| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle | 
| Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil | 
| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle | 
| Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew | 
| Swelling to the point where it would | 
| Burst at the seems there was nothing she could do | 
| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain | 
| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain | 
| A lullaby the breezes whisper | 
| And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw | 
| And burn, 'til layer after layer melts away into a pool | 
| A sky blue mirror of her eyes | 
| And my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dust | 
| And drift away on the wind | 
| The wind from beyond the mountain | 
| The wind from beyond the mountain | 
| Tela grew strong from her struggle to endure | 
| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle | 
| Time touched her wounds and shelter proved the cure | 
| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle | 
| Each passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked inside | 
| And liberate the spirit she’d concealed for so long | 
| There was no place left to hide | 
| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain | 
| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain | 
| A lullaby the breezes whisper |