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
See others step in line
Tomorrow some will be
The absolute will arise