They say he walks these woods,
and in these dark winter days I must meet him

Yes, so are the words of the wise man Jakko, who dedicated his life to the pursuit of truth and blessings.

Nicolaus and Rosu and the cave-dwellers
only laugh at my despair

He would not be granted a single blessing. The truth he found, he was not prepared to face.

I leave the safe hearth fire
and throw myself into his domain

Folklore has it a single star twinkles, dull, each and every year.

 I know, Krim Rosu
that you are here
somewhere