Beyond the endless plains and wide open streams
Lies my destiny at the edge of a new world
Where woodland hawks soar
Above the forest shade
And sweeping trees fade beyond the sun
Even the wind held it's misty breath
For this journey will tread on soil unkempt
Through enduring rains and winters so cold
A great venture in which tales will be told
I wander over gray hills under a forlorn sky
Gazing beyond the boundless windswept fields
The silent air shattered by thundering clouds
Concealing my path within the darkness
Alone in the cold night
In the shadow of mountain heights
Take rest by the howling deep
By dawn I'll journey through the willows heap
When fires rise above gray hills
And my face set ablaze from the sun
I'll follow the ancient whispering gales
Where my fate will be revealed
