Many days has turned to night Many dawns forced the dark to light Many storms savaged through these lands And many memories gone lost Now I fear That this road has reached its end And the footsteps I see behind me Being the last As I have reached the shore Where the waters are still And the swans do not move The wind it does not breathe By his ferry he stands Waiting for us wanderers Inviting me to a journey Far away from these ghostlands Hesitation tempting my fears Will the destination be my last Can I still turn back Is there more to say Or will there be another time All is quit it's not just calm Everything seems frozen Even the mist seems still Yet I walk slowly into its embrace And into your care I surrender, laying down By his ferry he stands Waiting for us wanderers Inviting me to a journey Far away from these ghostlands The tears for time I see once again Once the moment to cast-off Is at hand I lead the time into eternity I always have and always will By his ferry he stands Waiting for us wanderers Inviting me to a journey Far away from these ghostlandsghostlands By his ferry he stands Waiting for us wanderers