Dagger carves the hidden way,
Wood devotes itself to aim,
Fires open gate of realm
Under ward of sacred elm.
Stone will make resistance fade,
Cinder soils the hand with shade,
Hear the shout of eyes turned black -
Smoke will bring the echo back.

Roots will open endless deep,
Herbs will not allow to sleep,
Bringing life to hearts of stone -
Silver sword, it’s time to go:
All of what we now belong
Ended by the age we yearn.
Dagger, wood and fire
Desire us to let it burn.

Dagger carves the hidden way,
Wood devotes itself to aim,
Fires open gate of realm,
Under ward of sacred elm:
We can hear the howling wind,
Summoning the ancient bind,
Talking of the world of men
In the need for guard again.

They bear monsters in the mist
Not by essence of the beast.
Wind will sing a farewell song
My old friend, it’s time to go:
All of what we now belong
Ended by our finest job.
Dagger, wood and fire
Desire us to let it burn.

Vibing strings can reach what lies beyond
Leaving world of human sins.
Bard will sing in final chapter’s verse:
Something ends, Something begins.

Dagger carves the hidden way,
Wood devotes itself to aim,
Fires open gate of realm
Under ward of sacred elm:
We can see the fields of time
In the smoke of burning thyme,
Voice will turn to shining wings
Guiding to the hidden springs
Door is calling us to come
Asking us to look and learn -
Time will tell its endless flow,
Beloved witch, it’s time to go:
All of what we now belong
Ended by the age we yearn.
Dagger, wood and fires
Desire us to let it burn.

Vibing strings can reach what lies beyond
Leaving world of human sins.
Bard will sing in final chapter’s verse:
Something ends, Something begins.