Where the wind blows over the mountaintops into the ancient sky

And the flowers whither in the shadows of an autumn night

Misty fog arises from the valleys and hides the face of the moon

Underneath the ground lies a forgotten wisdom deep entombed

As long as ravens ride the nights

As long as the spirit of the earth takes seat between the spheres

The path beyond was locked behind the gates of consciousness — the mirror of the soul

Time is passing by the mist, is creeping through the deserted land

And all the forests throw their leaves into the growing realm of sand

A whispered cry which told the tale of earth is hurt from above

It drowns the night into bright light and breeds a paradise beyond

And the wind unveils the hidden treasure from the soil

A sweet melancholy fills the plain with a lovely sound

Unleashing the key to the gates of consciousness

Take my hand I’ll show you heaven

And walk the path beyond with me

Together we will stand the night and flee from the void