Wait!
We have turned off from our way, these trees are all quite alike
Lay!
I hear the utter mutters of a chasing starving tribe
Where?s that old and dusty map?
This might seem a bunch of crap
Lost treasures have no meaning for you
Jungle?s stuffed with numerous paths
Mocking birds and monkeys laugh
But I know our quest is not yet ruined

Refrão:

You may not believe that I?m buying
The mystery of the flame
You cannot conceive that I?m trying
To live on raw adventure games
You may not feel anxious nor wavering
But I think we?re drawing near
Luxuriant secrets are awaiting
Let?s reward them with our blood, sweat and tears


Stay!
The ice lake is thick, so I don?t think it will be melting this soon
I say?
The sun is cold right here and night brings us a pale white moon
Where?s that old and rusty map?
This is not a bunch of crap
The meaning of it to get through
Icebergs are filled with numerous tracks
Polar bears and penguins laugh
But I feel our journey is not yet screwed

Refrão:

Can?t you believe that I?m buying?
The mystery of the flame
Won?t you conceive that I?m trying?
To live on raw adventure games
Perhaps you?re not anxious nor wavering
I know we?re drawing near
Luxuriant secrets are awaiting
They?ll reclaim all our blood, sweat and tears

Our compasses all point out to the mountainous North
Heading towards South, we?ll watch the plains stretching forth
There?s a grey mist on treacherous quicksand in the West
A shuddering comes from East where rash volcanoes roar like heck

Don?t follow the flame!