I travel over high mountains

through deep valleys and forests

Crossing great rivers

in search of knowledge of the gods

from far beyond place and time

I hear a whispering wind,

it teels me to strive on

through the horizon of my thoughts



I am the mindtraveller

my quest is man's destiny

Teach me secret holy spells

and the wisdom of the elderly

Gazing into my mind

entering my soul.

Is there not a secret to unfold.

(Here I have advices to be told)



I am the mindtraveller

seeking wisdom of yore



I am the mindexplorer

striving to know so much more

Spirits of history fill my soul

with divine old words

I am on the right track

out of the haze I'll emerge



I reach unknown croners

in the back of my mind

Never been here before

still I recognise it all.

I hear the whispering voices

clearly all around me,

echoing in the valley

where magic intellect dwells



Finally I can see the blind

not knowing why they exists,

I hear laments of nature,

where led the path we missed?