Rain falls from a dark-grey sky   I sense the falcon near   Across the nine worlds he flies   A silent voice my call   He seeks my soul      He sinks down to the underworld   And flies into my dream   He lifts me up while I sleep   And carries me away   I slip away      We fly over mountains   Over seas raging wild   I see trees shaken by the storm   And villages in peaceful dormancy      A shaman reaches out   To greet the one-eyed man   I see the past, the present and   The future melt to one timeless void      A mystic moor-land comes to sight   An unknown path ahead   Elves dancing around me   Could this not be an everlasting dream?