Songtext von Forgotten Rites

The prophecy of the old monks. Where did all their books and spells remain? I'm dying. I'm looking for my power, but I can't find anything. I've longed for. Neither love, not desire, only the reflection of my power. Come back, my idea, come back my magic. It's last time you saw the star-light. Come back my idea, come back my magic, Come back my child to my arms. The long journey is waiting for us.