Ghosts are roaming in the dead of night Hear the shimmering unknown All the creatures fading out of time There's no trace left in the snow On the other side a thin red line You can pass at winter's end The horizon holds a ship within Those who left without commands To hold inside The future I The signs aligning The signs aligning To hold inside The future I Tomorrow some will leave me See others step in line Tomorrow some will be here The absolute will arise