White wings, should I follow the north lights
Even if they sear me in their immensity?
Tell me if I can own them

Say they are so mine only I can see them
Lie to me
That everything I’ve been is nothing

It’s gone with the wind
Will life now guide me through the ice and stones?
Please tell me where to go

Conceited, you’re facing devil unaware it was your own shade
Conceited, you’re facing the devil

Now my mind is imprisoned and vagabond
Nothing will be changed from my scattered past
I'm the trail left behind by an old ship

The woods of the trees have seen
That I'm just a voice to warn you
That the only way to wander without being lost is to follow the lights

Or fading away, rising high like a titan of lights

It’s gone with the wind
Will life now guide me through the ice and stones?
Please tell me where to go