There is talk about a light at the end of the world
Hiding in the darkness of the flying whispers.
There is a rumour for a Man turned into God,
Passing, beyond forgotten trembling willows.
In sky, with fire letters, i write your sacred name
To guide me trough the light of Life.
I am to travel waters, land and burning flame.
I'm just a humble servant of the night.
My pilgrimage is now protected…