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 the 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

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