Текст песни Аркона - В погоне за белой тенью

With a frantic light, an invisible power
As if a noose holds tightly by the throat
Like a lonely wanderer passionately attracted
The lighthouse beam guides me

I can hear the earth tremble
Throwing myself into the maelstrom of dreams, not controlling myself
Following the light of that lighthouse
At the same moment consumed by darkness

Closer, closer to the ghostly light
We're looking for salvation in the silhouette
We are the catchers of illusion in the guise of oblivion
Sophisticated
Chasing the white shadow

... A shadow that will never be illuminated.

How black is that valley, its waters are dark
Beckoned by false light, intoxicated bleached
We drift on the trail to the lighthouse on the other side of the world
Remaining lost and lost!

Closer, closer to the ghostly light
We're looking for salvation in the silhouette
We are the catchers of illusion in the guise of oblivion
Sophisticated
Chasing the white shadow