Within a stone's reach, the distance yet so far Miles beyond the shore Into mountains of mist and columns of oak Phantom clouds glide above the permafrost An aura, illusion, a captivating dream The savage lands lure our hearts Under the sign of Sol, we tread The endless dominion lying before us To nourish the wilderness within our souls A remote paradise lying in wait An ocean of timber, where the eagle flies free The passage to the Arcadian realm Banish ourselves from human shackles We have come too far to rest in decay Set aflame our spirits to wander Under the sign of Sol, we tread The endless dominion lying before us To nourish the wilderness within our souls