Ride, young Harlin, ride away in tears, from the rage of your guardian,
something you will find Blind you are running, unaware where you're
going, beyond the Border of Stones, now you find yourself lost, in the
middle of the dark woods.
"Corri Harlin, non pensare, non aver paura, segui il tuo cuore e lascia che
la luce sopita nella sera risplenda ancor".
Lost you are, Harlin, in these lonely woods a small path lies ahead and
closer is sunset, far away is the Border, you can't turn back now, you must
go on with your faithful horse, finding a shelter for this gloomy night,
and soon the Truth will be revealed.
Ride, ride, ride, 'till the end of these gloomy woods
Ride, ride, ride, fearless through the night
Ride, ride, ride, soon you will be revealed
Ride, ride, ride, 'till you find the ancient abbey...
"I bronzei battenti attendono il tuo arrivo
L'antico edificio ti