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