Exaltation: V - VIII
<u>EXALTATION V (approx 3:15)</u> Morning light, Shines on the mountain sides, Draped in gold, Beneath the autumn sky. Sunshine weaves through the trees, A peaceful glow, A cooling breeze begins to blow. While the streams whisper your praise, The clouds show your beauty in the sky above. Your promise, Clears a path, So I walk this path, Where Your love abounds, Your healing light, Shines on my face, My heart is yours, And the fullness thereof. <u>EXALTATION VI (approx 2:51)</u> Clouds begin to fold on the mountains edge, Where earth and heaven meet. The forest's crown ablaze, With gold and fire, The cooling of the rain, The echoing of thunder. A healing river flows, the falling of the leaves, Restoration of my soul. The forest's crown ablaze, With gold and fire, The cooling of the rain, The echoing of thunder. Deer move through the endless woods, Softly tracing silvered stream. The scent of wet earth, Overwhelms my senses, The scent of wet earth, Cleansed and renewed. <u>EXALTATION VII (approx 6:56)</u> The evening glow fades from the sky, A pale moon of autumn, begins to rise. With the cloak of twilight, darkness arrives, But I walk victorious. You guide my every step, You light the path before me, Strength replaces fear, Your hand will lead me. The strength to withstand, The strength to conquer, The strength to overcome, The strength to triumph. You guide my every step, You light the path before me, Strength replaces fear, Your hand will lead me. The strength to withstand, The strength to conquer, The strength to overcome, The strength to triumph. I lay my head upon the ground, I close my eyes, Wrapped in your love, I drift into a dream. Du holder månen og stjernene i hendene, De smiler ovenfra. Du lyser min vei, Jeg frykter ikke mørket. Seier jeg går. “You hold the moon and stars in your hands, They smile from above. You light my path, I do not fear the darkness, Victorious I walk.” <u>EXALTATION VIII (approx 3:41)</u> Mornings first light blazing through the trees, As the dawn awakes the wooded world. Clouds of silver, Etched against the brightening sky. Glimmering mist beneath my feet, breathtaking beauty. Towering trees, stand in quiet grace, The strength of their roots have held them firm, Their branches shimmer with golden lace, Offering shelter and refuge. With the warmth of the sun upon me, The embrace of the fog disappears, I continue my journey, Placing my heart in your hands.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026