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