I travel over high mountains through deep valleys and forests Crossing great rivers in search of knowledge of the gods from far beyond place and time I hear a whispering wind, it teels me to strive on through the horizon of my thoughts
I am the mindtraveller my quest is man's destiny Teach me secret holy spells and the wisdom of the elderly Gazing into my mind entering my soul. Is there not a secret to unfold. (Here I have advices to be told)
I am the mindtraveller seeking wisdom of yore
I am the mindexplorer striving to know so much more Spirits of history fill my soul with divine old words I am on the right track out of the haze I'll emerge
I reach unknown croners in the back of my mind Never been here before still I recognise it all. I hear the whispering voices clearly all around me, echoing in the valley where magic intellect dwells
Finally I can see the blind not knowing why they exists, I hear laments of nature, where led the path we missed?