Art Of Ancient Seers

The wind is howling

The owl is whining

In the darkness of the night

No way to sleep

The boat floats on the water

Then put the oars into melting wax

Of the river

Time to go

The white fog will hide your motions

The surface will dissolve your reflection

Spirit of the water

Show me your face

Spirits of the wind

Give me the power to soar

To the starry emptiness

Let the river drive me

Black river, black river…

To the point where the bright stars lay into water

To the point where each one finds freedom

Let the wind feel your challenge

Let it send your song to the endless expanse

Dream guardians will meet you at the entrance of the other world

Do not be afraid, give them your hand

The forest will turn into a sad temple

The trees will be walls, the sky will be dome

And you will see

The round dance of the spirits by the fire

…Sad faces, strange tune

A song without words

But are words really important here?

Is there a force that can break this round

Of warriors singing the Moon's song

Stop and turn around, it's the end of your path

Here are your starts and those that will accept you

Make your choice, stay here or go away

If you do not want the power of the fire