During the sleep like Black Butterflies they'll come flying
The old secrets they whisper to us
The Magic Words out of the Space springing
Glowing fog - the Silver temple

Covered with dust, bones of the old Wisemen
Sing a song of their ancient ancestors
The Magi understand the mysterious words
They paint Signs - the parchment turns yellow

But still we are at a deep sleep
We don't know the Words for waking up
The Beam of Eternity makes us sleep - why?
The mind is alive - cold frost

But one time the Mystical Words will come to life
(Men en dag vil de Mystiske Ordene komme till live)

wake up the Demons break the peace
(vekke Demonene bryte freden)

The Butterflies will fly away, the Knowledge will stay
The moonlith of Wisdom will shine through the night