In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf
 Land now bare and naked, 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,
 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 [bad word] breaks the silence, [bad word] one with longing

 And singing ever stronger, nature joins as one with him
 Fire in his eyes, universe under twisted grin