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 majestic flames

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 lakes!

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...