I called my son to manala

To see the land of the dead

At night I crossed the bridge of dreams

To meet my flesh and blood once again

I took him to the lightless lands

To a vale in the iron mountain

To the banks of the silent stream

To the mouth of the cave of the dead

An empty castle stood in the back

A humble hut on its yard

A gray door on the humble hut

An iron lock fixed on its door

Together we crossed over the bridge of dreams

In the borderland

All left undone, in death, we had made complete

In the borderland

Father came to me in the night

Crossed over the bridge of dreams

Took me with him to manala

To see the land of the dead

Together, we crossed over the bridge of dreams

In the borderland

All left undone, in death, we had made complete

In the borderland

Together we entered the keyhole

And we straddled over the black latch

Opened the door of the hut

Woke up those who dwelled in the castle

A gray door on the humble hut

An iron lock fixed on its door

Together we crossed over the bridge of dreams

In the borderland

All left undone, in death we had made complete

In the borderland

An empty castle stood in the back

A humble hut on its yard

A gray door on the humble hut

An iron lock fixed on its door

Together we crossed over the bridge of dreams

In the borderland

All left undone, in death we had made complete

In the borderland