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