I travel over high mountains through deep valleys and forests in search of knowledge of the gods from far beyond place and time I hear a whispering wind, through the horizon of my thoughts
my quest is man's destiny Teach me secret holy spells and the wisdom of the elderly Is there not a secret to unfold. (Here I have advices to be told)
striving to know so much more Spirits of history fill my soul out of the haze I'll emerge
still I recognise it all. I hear the whispering voices where magic intellect dwells
Finally I can see the blind not knowing why they exists, I hear laments of nature, where led the path we missed?