The Elder کے بول

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