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.