No face, no fear.

I can feel it in my bones.

I can feel it in my ashes.

Near of my disaster,

soon, like a breaking dawn in the south.

The cold wind of the north told me once:

they come...

in the winter, they live...

in the snow, they wait...

in your death, they rise.

Fear can cover your soul, as a crust of ice,

fear can brake you will,

can make with you mind a lonely desert,

a white sea of nothing.

Fear can hurt you,

can stop you,

can kill you.

But in the shadows of the sorrow,

in the river of the tears,

where the fairies dance with the light of the moon,

where the elves play his music with the rise of the sun,

and where the mermaids sing at the sea,

the hope bright like a star in the sky

and her light shows you the face of your fear.

Your fear have not a face,

what the wind of the north said,

remains like an maleficent lie.

When you unmask your fears,

there is nothing can hurt you again.

When you fight with the sahdows, with the eternal night,

there is nothing can broke you.

When there is no face,

there is no fear.