In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf

Land now bare and naed, awaits it's snowy sheet



And as the light still lingers, painting scarlet this barren scene

An old man sings his song of melancholy and relinquish



I'm a whirl deep in dark waters,

A stare in the shades of fir-trees

I'm riding above with north wind,

Herding the black clouds of rain

Mine is the kingdom,

Far from the moon to the sun

I am the elder,

Standing forever as one



And in that sudden moment, when everything's turned to still,

He abruptly breaks the silence, becomes one with longing



And singing ever stronger, nature joins as one with him

Fire in his eyes, universe under twisted grin