Once again left the riderWith no clue where to doHelpless and frustratedHe began to wander in woeHe wandered here and whereWithout a place to goNights fell and days damnedOnwards he just rodeThe trees dropped their leavesSoon the first snow would fallA lonely rider was sleepingBeside the ancient stonewall"Behing the wall is a realm no man dares to goThere thou find the answers... or not...Wise and old is the keeper of the stoneThe stone sees days - passed and to come"The rider heard the voiceWhispering these wordsWhere it came or who it wasA delusion he had heard?Snowflakes drew a pictureRight on his eyesA line of hills behind forestWhere dusk colours the sky"Behing the wall is a realm no man dares to goThere thou find the answers... or not...Wise and old is the keeper of the stoneThe stone sees days - passed and to come"When the sun appeared over the woods on the horizonThe rider sat thinking was it a dream or realIn a moment he mounted the horse, began to searchFor a gate to enter the unknown realm