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.