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