The path leads me through the nightnI search for ancient signsnThe light of my torch, can't pierce through the darknessnDead shadows rise from the lightnThey surround me, and I hear the voicesnthat are calling me in a long forgotten ancient tonguenThe path leads through the fognI follow the traces of old secretsnThe cold and frost penetrate through my bodynI hear music in the distance, the sound of sad old melodies.nI'm surely not alone here,nsome one is behind and ahead of menSomeone is so close, but yet so far awaynMy dream is mixing with my consciousnessnThe thick fog grabs a hold of my sensesnand the road that I'm following is still long.nVoices of ancient wisdom call me from treesnThe path leads throughout the nightnI follow where it takes menVoice and instinct embraced in my bloodnSoon I'll find the truth, which isnhidden in the nightly fog.nNightly phantoms tantalize menIn the darkness I see fires and,nancient warriors bow down above them.nTheir shadows move with lifenancient strength will awaken them,nfrom their long sleep...nAnceient strength which I will find...nand return from night to the light