The Wilderness of the North - Coronatus

Endless wilderness, silent might

Pagan holiness, northern lights

Breathing wilderness, savage land

Nature eminence, makes its stand

Dense fog comes creeping down the hill

Damping all sound in dewy chill

The view sweeps over endless woods

Green treetops covered by white hoods

A faint and distant drum beats dull

An earthy scent of forest mull

Arises from the mossy ground

Dark drums tell tribal tales' ominous sound

Endless wilderness, silent might

Pagan holiness, northern lights

Wild woodland meets the sky afar

Like pale light patches are its scars

A thousand lakes have cut those wounds

Within the green they shine like runes

The drums speed up as light descends

Sundown is near in savage lands

The Nordic sky with thunderclouds

Dark drums blend tribal screams of a wild crowd

Endless wilderness, silent might

Pagan holiness, northern lights

Breathing wilderness, savage land

Nature eminence, makes its stand

Tribes of the North, of the woods

Folk of the forest

Tales of the wilds, of the brave

Jointly chorused

Endless wilderness, silent might

Pagan holiness, northern lights

Breathing wilderness, savage land

Nature eminence, makes its stand

Endless wilderness, silent might

Pagan holiness, northern lights