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... 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.