The star is like the sun of the spring and the planet is like the Spring itself
Its parks and springs, its mountains and vales
and shady paths and deserts
There's palaces of paradise, and engines below the oceans
They keep them on the move, in the game of life
the nations and people of the fairyland
Few travelers come here,
they can't find their way or dare to arrive.
The journey is so long, the road is dangerous
and safety along the road is scarce
But one comes, and flees through the tunnel of thousand fires,
through the caverns of time and through the vortex of forces,
and eventually wakes up in his ship.
He brings the ship down into the safety of the wilderness
and flees far from the road of his hunters
and begins his longest journey.
He hears there's an ageless woman up on the mountains, a madman or a seer perhaps,
She's the priestess of the Chronos of stars
and the bearer of the keys of Mithra
Will the traveler find his destination, none of the tales tell
but the mountains know, and the paths whisper,
Those two traveled together for years.
Planning and learning, absorbing strength from each other
They mingle reality, they give birth to a myth,
They decide it's time for the wars to end.
The rulers shall fall from their high and cold thrones
The kings shall collapse, the world shall change
The gates will be open for all.