Once again I've cried
 Unto the moon
 That burning flame
 That has guided me
 Through all these years
 The lake from which you flow

 With eyes of fire
 Once unlit but now alive
 This energy, sparkling
 Like a morning star

 The morning star

 Riding the fires of
 The northern gold
 I've searched the eye
 I laugh under the weeping moon

 I am the watcher in the skies
 Nor the emeralds know my mark
 Glisten to mark their presence
 Set the enigma ablaze
 Searching...
 Finding...

 Burn the winter landmarks
 That said I was there
 Burn the spirit of cold
 That travel through my soul