A mystical fullmoon
shines over me
It sings for me
The chant of Kephra rolls up me
In its frost
And voices of great fathers are echoing
Over my arms
I've weaved my cloak with the Infinity
I've gone down the stairs of damned
Mountains of Ice will take my blood
And I'll feel the sweet recalling of pan
I face ade to conquer myself
Conscious and proud
Conscious and proud
The boundaries of my mind are drifting
I don't condamn my spirit to the fate of flesh
And blood
I fight against the flux which would have
It powerless
In the dull embrace of the Great River
Conscious and proud
I'll pronounce the secret name
In front of the Oracles of the four doors