| I am the mist in the morning | |
| I am the moss in the ground | |
| You are the light that cuts through the stone | |
| I am the worms in the dirt | |
| I am the branches reaching the sky | |
| You are the source, the orchestrator of life | |
| In the dark rain the gray mountain sing | |
| A sad song of winter and the howling wind | |
| Visions of the pass in the haunting dreams | |
| Under the dead sky, under the withered trees | |
| The night fall upon the forest that weeps | |
| Father of shadows that forever sleeps | |
| I saw the lakes that shimmer | |
| I heard the clanging of the wild rivers | |
| You are voice that carries throughout the land | |
| I felt the strenght of my ancestors | |
| As i walked through the land of the dead | |
| You are the fire that burns forever | |
| In the dark rain the gray mountain sing | |
| A sad song of winter and the howling wind | |
| Visions of the pass in the haunting dreams | |
| Under the dead sky, under the withered trees | |
| The night fall upon the forest that weeps | |
| Father of shadows that forever sleeps |