See the spectres in the mist! Hear them as they howl!
Hear them as they ice these veins of mine
Hail! Hero on high, who can see above the fog
Who has lived above the clouds, how can I thrive in these times?
See the spectres in the mist!
Hear them as they howl and ice these veins of mine
Hail! Traveller in mist, down among the roots
Whose eyes leap at every gust of wind
Go! Learn what inhabits the mist; nevermore to simply fear
He who knows the risks owns the future
He who fears the world is servant to the past
Traveller in mist, find the healers
Find the wise of your land!
Beware the murk of the poison-mixers!
Go! Traveller in mist! Find the healers of the land!
Drink of their knowledge, but only theirs
Beware the poison-mixers!
They wish to distort; they wish to belittle
Drag you down with them
See the spectres in the mist!
Hear them as they howl and ice the veins of mankind
Hail! Traveller in mist with veins of summer flame
Bear aloft that warmth and wisdom
Knowing the shadow and shade, knowing safe paths
Knowing clear groves, brimming streams
Together, apart, we will get through this time of mist