作词 : Beckmann, Weinerhall
  I walk on misty pathways.
 Where my journey leads I do not know.
 I just follow my inner voice.
 Longer and longer on misty pathways I go.
 
 I travel into an unknown vale.
 Through forests over hills and far away.
 
 the chilly breezes of night surrounds me
 With their smooth gentle touches.
 the fog hides the path
 Which I walk upon.
 
 Voices I hear from inside the dark
 And dusky the night have laid.
 Observed by the forgotten shadowpeople I am
 As I wander through their realm.
 
 The silvery cold moon looks upon me.
 As I strive through these spellbound forests.