Foreigner के बोल

All along the dark and forbidden way I can I can feel their eyes and see their arcane thrones So between my steps I rest to gather up my strength I must keep pushing onward Under swirling moons and galaxies In the presence of ancients, beckoning to me And I fear to be their conduit and lose myself In the shadow Shifting path, that makes it hard to tread my way Wastes my strength, takes my breath For the purpose of erosion of my will to carry on And steals the fire from my blood Lost within the shade, I call out for a helping hand