The ages that stir the dark waters of time  Are surrounded by the enchanting woods of pine  Oh thee O' Northstar let your pale light lead my path  Through these ancient times these ancient lands...  September's fire lick the woods  Making the nature burn in majestic flames  Oh' I embrace your infinite beauty  The breathing forest that surrounds this path  Standing on a hill looking down these lands O' so might  Under the open skies, where emotions arise...  The land O' so might!  The land of thousand lakes!  The land of bravehearted men!  Deep eye of earth full of tears  I look into you and see the reflection  Of a mortal crowned with leaves and surrounding trees  Old spirits of the earth having the feast of autumn  There shall no mortal repose but stand enthralled by the beauty of immortal joy...  The yearning for immortal life thrives me forth to my Eden  Your eyes still full of tears enchanting me  giving me the reason to go on, to go on to greet the paradise lost  Snow falls from darkened skies as I wander deeper in the woods...