Through the gates of night There is wisdom is waiting to be found… That first place of night Was an island in the colour of stars Spring; Green grew and the flowers blossomed …a lost time, for in the distance… Summer; The sun and the sand Autumn; The shape of yellow leaves falling …a lost time, far in the distance… Winter; The sky sang snow Written into the night; A world of stars …a lost time, for in the distance… Now, is the season of water; The island, the cities, the darkness Through time this became our world But our quest is not yet over Now, is the season of the moon; Soft breezes whispering Night and day But our quest is not yet over