As I stand still by the lake
Watching a the creation of a newborn star
And how the waters turn into a crimson red
I feel that dawn takes away the frost of darkness
And I the gods for offering that vision to me
So my journey begins in spring
And the livegiver shows me a treasure
Of that a mortal is not worthy
Soft winds touch my skin and fairies grab my tears
As I enter the kingdom of the forest
We shiver, we are frozen
By the coldness of existence
And the circle closes
Willing, yearning for a change in lifetime
...but the circle closes
Under the shelter of majestic trees
I close my eyes and listen
To the myths of the unborn
Nightfall reaches the glade but I linger on here
To hear the sad songs of weeping willows
In the season of the high standing sun
I reach the ocean of eternal knowledge
Listening to the myths of the ruin of mankind
And I Fly away to follow the autumn leaves
Across the mountains of ever lasing snow
We shiver, we are frozen
By the coldness of existence
And the circle closes
Willing, yearning for a change in lifetime
...and the circle closes
