Crossing the Final Gate

Just follow my steps
 My body is a river in a summer valley
 No pain is worthy of such horizons
 Don't be afraid to walk in darkness
 Fear not the demons of sleepless nights
 The day always follows night
 And the sun restores her colours
 [How far away do the stars
 Seem to you?
 You were a child when you could touch
 Them with your hands] When the waves rise and fall
 We learn the secrets of losing and finding
 We observe the moon's cycle
 And we learn that things begin and end
 [ The day is over
 There's no jobs to be done ] I sing of my mother's face
 That I seek in every smile
 I sing of my father's hands
 That have guided my way
 I sing of ancient pagan Gods
 That loved this world
 I sing of those who dream
 And rise above the ruins
 The trees will return to bloom
 Like light low clouds recur
 And on the oceans
 Hurricanes will return to sever
 The heather from the cliffs
 [Among the fallen trees
 Among the broken branches
 You can see the demons in flight
 You can see the demons waiting
 Do not blame fate only your steps
 led you here] Just follow my steps
 My body is a river in a summer valley
 No pain is worthy of such horizons
 Don't be afraid to walk in darkness
 Fear not the demons of sleepless nights
 The day always follows night
 And the sun restores her colours
 [How far away do the stars
 Seem to you?
 You were a child when you could touch
 Them with your hands] When the waves rise and fall
 We learn the secrets of losing and finding
 We observe the moon's cycle
 And we learn that things begin and end
 [ The day is over
 There's no jobs to be done ] I sing of my mother's face
 That I seek in every smile
 I sing of my father's hands
 That have guided my way
 I sing of Ancient pagan Gods
 That loved this world
 I sing of those who dream
 And rise above the ruins
 [Where lights play with shadows
 All things falls apart] I sing of ancient pagan Gods
 That loved this world
 I sing of those who dream
 And rise above the ruins
 I sing of my mother's face
 That I seek in every smile
 I sing of my father's hands
 That have guided my way
 [This is a new order
 Where the wisdom is pointless ] I sing of Ancient pagan Gods
 That loved this world
 I sing of those who dream
 And rise above the ruins