Under the Sign of Sol

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