Paroles: Opeth. The Roundhouse Tapes. Under The Weeping Moon.

:
Once again I've cried
Unto the moon
That burning flame
That has guided me

Through all these years
The lake from which you flow
With eyes of fire
Once unlit but now alive

This energy, sparkling
Like a morning star
The morning star
Riding the fires of

The northern gold
I've searched the eye
I laugh under the weeping moon
I am the watcher in the skies

Nor the emeralds know my mark
Glisten to mark their presence
Set the enigma ablaze
Searching...Finding...

Burn the winter landmarks
That said I was there
Burn the spirit of cold
That travel through my soul