[BRIJA]
Thus Bogdan that night to the graveyard goes
To ask his forefathers laid there to show
The lost road to where southern mountains wind
And the hajduks camp and plan their fight

[SPIRITS]
Fate, her lines run about where they may
You'll follow them down
The mouse and the maze and the chase to the grave comes about

Ask for moonlight to show you the path
You'll walk to the last
For the fool finds the road where the angels won't go on past

One day, we'll see you back here and we wait
To hear you come say
Of the task you ran towards
Of which you were so sure that day

Go the path that you seek is shown
Your choice is your own
The fruits of mens' dreams, angels laugh and then weep alone