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