Once again left the rider With no clue where to do Helpless and frustrated He began to wander in woe He wandered here and where Without a place to go Nights fell and days damned Onwards he just rode The trees dropped their leaves Soon the first snow would fall A lonely rider was sleeping Beside the ancient stonewall "Behing the wall is a realm no man dares to go There thou find the answers... or not... Wise and old is the keeper of the stone The stone sees days - passed and to come" The rider heard the voice Whispering these words Where it came or who it was A delusion he had heard? Snowflakes drew a picture Right on his eyes A line of hills behind forest Where dusk colours the sky "Behing the wall is a realm no man dares to go There thou find the answers... or not... Wise and old is the keeper of the stone The stone sees days - passed and to come" When the sun appeared over the woods on the horizon The rider sat thinking was it a dream or real In a moment he mounted the horse, began to search For a gate to enter the unknown realm