The yellow sign leads to the wasps' nests... Video (MV)

In the silence of the night
Shadows creeping 'cross the hallway
Shivers up and down my spine, oh
Secrets kept and truths defray
Forbidden whispers, soft and low
Guide me where I'm meant to go
Feel the weight
Of echoes in the dark
Eyes awake
'Cause there's a spark
Feel the weight
A heart that's dear
Show me fate
With courage near
Battles fought within the storm
Lost in echoes of ambition
Reaching for that light's embrace, hey
Lost in fiery repetition
Yet my spirit finds a way
Guided by the break of day
Feel the weight
Of echoes in the dark
Eyes awake
'Cause there's a spark
Feel the weight
A heart that's dear
Show me fate
With courage near
Hold on tight and never break
Keep the faith for heaven's sake
In this world of tangled ties
Face the fear, let darkness die
Feel the weight
Of echoes in the dark
Eyes awake
'Cause there's a spark
Feel the weight
A heart that's dear
Show me fate
With courage near
Waking up cold in the Majestic Mátra air
András snores aside, not a worry, not a care
That morning fog rolled in thick and gray
Peeking over Parád, just a dreamscape away
Strapping boots tight, we're headed straight for the climb
The yawning forest welcomes at this ungodly time
Oh, the yellow sign leads to wasps' nests in the breeze
Each step, a tale of whispers through the trees
Oh, the yellow sign leads to wasps' nests in the breeze
Each step, a tale of whispers through the trees
Past Parád we wander, where the paths intertwine
With every turn and every bend, nature tells a sign
A glimpse of sunbeam battles the stubborn rain
While salamanders flicker, quick but untamed in strain
We met strangers of oak and hives that swirl
In the lore of Rákóczi, stories begin to unfurl
Oh, the yellow sign leads to wasps' nests in the breeze
Each step, a tale of whispers through the trees
Oh, the yellow sign leads to wasps' nests in the breeze
Each step, a tale of whispers through the trees
Underneath the watchful fog, as the day unwinds
A caravan of dreams drifts over, leaving tales behind
With every breath, a story scribed in dust and leaves
In the heart of Mátra, where the spirit believes
Oh, the yellow sign leads to wasps' nests in the breeze
Each step, a tale of whispers through the trees
Oh, the yellow sign leads to wasps' nests in the breeze
Each step, a tale of whispers through the trees