Whispering of the trees
And nightbird's wistful song

My heart is growing still
The silent warriors arise


From beneath the shadows blue
From behind the shrouded veil
The ghosts step in front of me

The silent ones creep through me

They run beneath the stars

They rush on the road of night
They glide on the glass of time
They ride on a pale and frozen lake


Arise, the silent warriors arise
Arise, from the black soil

Arise, from the nightbird's song and screams

From the solar winds of my soul

From the moonlit matter of my bones
From shivering of my flesh
From leaden weights of my memory


The ghost of time are born
Step forth the immortals

Emerge the envoys of the depths
Silently the warriors arise