The path leads me through the night

I search for ancient signs

The light of my torch, can't pierce through the darkness

Dead shadows rise from the light

They surround me, and I hear the voices

that are calling me in a long forgotten ancient tongue

The path leads through the fog

I follow the traces of old secrets

The cold and frost penetrate through my body

I hear music in the distance, the sound of sad old melodies.

I'm surely not alone here,

some one is behind and ahead of me

Someone is so close, but yet so far away

My dream is mixing with my consciousness

The thick fog grabs a hold of my senses

and the road that I'm following is still long.

Voices of ancient wisdom call me from trees

The path leads throughout the night

I follow where it takes me

Voice and instinct embraced in my blood

Soon I'll find the truth, which is

hidden in the nightly fog.

Nightly phantoms tantalize me

In the darkness I see fires and,

ancient warriors bow down above them.

Their shadows move with life

ancient strength will awaken them,

from their long sleep...

Anceient strength which I will find...

and return from night to the light