The ages that stir the dark waters of time
Are surrounded by the enchanting woods of pine
Oh thee O' Northstar let your pale
light lead my path
Through these ancient times these ancient lands...
September's fire lick the woods
Making the nature burn in
Oh' I embrace your infinite beauty
The breathing forest that surrounds this path
Standing on a hill looking
down these lands O' so might
Under the open skies, where emotions arise...
The land O' so might!
The land of thousand
The land of bravehearted men!
Deep eye of earth full of tears
I look into you and see the reflection
Of a mortal
crowned with leaves and surrounding trees
Old spirits of the earth having the feast of autumn
There shall no mortal repose but stand
enthralled by the beauty of immortal joy...
The yearning for immortal life thrives me forth to my Eden
Your eyes still full of
tears enchanting me
giving me the reason to go on, to go on to greet the paradise lost
Snow falls from darkened skies as I wander
deeper in the woods...