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 [bad word]  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