Final frontier of empathy 

Is about to be touched tonight 

The Moonwolf´s fur, so snowy white 

Will allow me to be set free 

Shadows of centuries-old oak  

Whisper gently the tales of past 

Tales of fires that burned to fast

To reach their hearts most final stroke 

My eyes  are open wide  

Cracked is the egg of time 

Old elvish lullabies 

Raise from the earth to skies 

Although first touches of new stage 

Are about to be tasted now   

Songs of sacred albino crow  

Will conect me with the old age