I want to turn every stone And to scour every rootstock For the number of possibilities is boundless ♪ In the mist Shadows entwine with spirits I see figures They tell about the space Beyond our consciousness As I step into the fog Reality blurs ♪ In the mist Shadows entwine with spirits I see figures They tell about the space Beyond our consciousness As I step into the fog Reality blurs I want to turn every stone And to scour every rootstock For the number of possibilities is boundless Every path has to be explored My wandering shall never stop ♪ Fighting against the insurmountable winter But at the same time knowing that this is what I need to do Release your mind from fear Become hollow Observe from the outside The only way to see it I'm already dead ♪ They tell about the space Beyond our consciousness As I step into the fog Reality blurs