I travel over high mountains   through deep valleys and forests   Crossing great rivers   in search of knowledge of the gods   from far beyond place and time   I hear a whispering wind,   it teels me to strive on   through the horizon of my thoughts      I am the mindtraveller   my quest is man's destiny   Teach me secret holy spells    and the wisdom of the elderly   Gazing into my mind   entering my soul.   Is there not a secret to unfold.   (Here I have advices to be told)      I am the mindtraveller   seeking wisdom of yore      I am the mindexplorer   striving to know so much more   Spirits of history fill my soul   with divine old words   I am on the right track    out of the haze I'll emerge      I reach unknown croners   in the back of my mind   Never been here before   still I recognise it all.   I hear the whispering voices   clearly all around me,   echoing in the valley   where magic intellect dwells      Finally I can see the blind   not knowing why they exists,   I hear laments of nature,   where led the path we missed?