| I see the hill | |
| scattered to horizons | |
| They've haunted my dreams | |
| for a long time | |
| The bones of ancestors | |
| lay unrestful | |
| They're calling me | |
| to their shrine | |
| And I struggle | |
| With the season before the snow | |
| The ground is hard with ice | |
| the road beckons, I'll follow | |
| Home must be left | |
| to know the longing | |
| The toes will grow numb | |
| from the frost | |
| I used to know | |
| where I was heading for | |
| Somewhere, somehow | |
| it just got lost | |
| I'd give anything | |
| for the signs in the sky | |
| Wheels of fire wild at play | |
| spinning, ascending | |
| To learn that there's more than | |
| just to live and die | |
| Some love would be sweet | |
| before the final ending | |
| I will dream myself alive | |
| awaiting light | |
| The pilgrim will arrive | |
| to the state of grace | |
| Where the starved souls will revive | |
| awaiting light | |
| This pilgrim will arrive | |
| to the state of grace | |
| I'd give anything | |
| for the signs in the sky | |
| To know there's more | |
| than just to live and die | |
| I will dream myself alive | |
| awaiting light | |
| This pilgrim will arrive | |
| to the state of grace | |
| Where the starved souls will revive | |
| awaiting light | |
| This pilgrim will arrive | |
| to the state of grace | |
| I will dream myself alive | |
| awaiting light | |
| This pilgrim will arrive | |
| to the state of grace | |
| Where the starved souls will revive | |
| awaiting light | |
| This pilgrim will arrive | |
| to the state of grace | |
| To the state of grace | |
| To the state of grace |