Art of ancient seers

The wind is howling
The owl is whining
In the darkness of the night
No way to sleep
The boat floats on the water
Then put the oars into melting wax
Of the river
Time to go
The white fog will hide your motions
The surface will dissolve your reflection
Spirit of the water
Show me your face
Spirits of the wind
Give me the power to soar
To the starry emptiness
Let the river drive me
Black river, black river…
To the point where the bright stars lay into water
To the point where each one finds freedom
Let the wind feel your challenge
Let it send your song to the endless expanse
Dream guardians will meet you at the entrance of the other world
Do not be afraid, give them your hand
The forest will turn into a sad temple
The trees will be walls, the sky will be dome
And you will see
The round dance of the spirits by the fire
…Sad faces, strange tune
A song without words
But are words really important here?
Is there a force that can break this round
Of warriors singing the Moon's song
Stop and turn around, it's the end of your path
Here are your starts and those that will accept you
Make your choice, stay here or go away
If you do not want the power of the fire