Let then my soul be free to wander
across those plains forever green
through other worlds as yet unheard of
and by living Man unseen;

from Tir ´na Nog far west of Eirin
to the Elysian Fields of old
where fountains run with amber mead
to make each man a hero bold;

Then onwards to the haunts of Dante
- the Hell he braved in search of love
´cross lakes of Ice where traitors lay
and onwards to the skies above;

where long-lost friends and lovers wait
to once more take my hands
and guide me further on and on
to farther and far stranger lands