Wayfaring warrior soul, still wild
The archer stands
Arrow measured to the goal, sing of
Strong and living man
In his mind, there is a vision wandering
Through the forest town
Telling of riches only given if through the woods
The way is found

Crying, ah! Beautiful dancers, wake up
From your sleep!
Ahh! Gentle romancers, drink of love so sweet!

Treasure glowing in their eyes, forest deepens
Dark their dream
Keep to the pathways, he advised, the woods are
More than they might seem
Heed you now the apparition bending, never-ending
Sounds
Calling you into her mystery, are your eyes
Nor sparkling now?

Sighing, ahh, take you no warning, make no
Foolish fight
Ahh, think not of morning, lie here
Through the night

Beauty take us! They call in my arms!
They hear her say
Silken web falls, mist illusion rips away
Helpless! Helpless! Now they scream
Helpless on the path he stands
And awakens from his dream, singing string
Beneath his hand

Gentle archer ages old, release the aim
Free the goal
Roll your arrow to my soul, release the aim
Free the goal