Lyrics:
Led through the mist,
By the milk-light of moon,
All that was lost is revealed.
Our long bygone burdens,
Mere echoes of the spring,
but were have [bad word] 
and where shall we end?
If dreams [bad word] [bad word] 
Then why not pretend,
how the gentle wind,
beckons through the leaves,
as autumn colors fall...

Spoken: 
Somewhere, lost in the clouded annals of history,
lies a place that few have seen.
mysterious place, called the unknown.
Where long forgotten stories are revealed,
to those who travel through the wood...