See the spectres in the mist Hear them as they howl Hear them as they ice these veins of mine Hail! Hero on high, who can see above the fog Who has lived above the clouds How can I thrive in these times? See the spectres in the mist! Hear them as they howl And ice these veins of mine Hail! Traveller in mist, down among the roots Whose eyes leap at every gust of wind Go! Learn what inhabits the mist Nevermore to simply fear He who knows the risks owns the future He who fears the world is servant to the past Traveller in mist, find the healers Find the wise of your land Beware the murk of the poison-mixers! Go! Traveller in mist! Find the healers of the land Drink of their knowledge, but only theirs Beware the poison-mixers They wish to distort; they wish to belittle Drag you down with them See the spectres in the mist Hear them as they howl And ice the veins of mankind Hail! Traveller in mist with veins of summer flame Bear aloft that warmth and wisdom Knowing the shadow and shade, knowing safe paths Knowing clear groves, brimming streams Together, apart, we will get through this time of mist