He lives on a plan temple, defiled as it stands
On a low and flooded island, shrouded in the mist
As mysterious as the entrance, where he dwells…
Invisible the mater of a lake of abysmal sights
And intangible his presence, as I gaze
At the darkest well
A familiari resemblance, as the void stars back at me
When the winter is long
And the coldness is great
In the bitter cold, which reigns on the lake
Don’t you tread on the sacred ice that prevails
As it touches your soul, you’ll be part of the lake
Soaring over his frozen realm he awaits
Ever watching the master, these are his domains
With mysterious silence, the tides are the gate
As he reaches your soul, you belong to the lake
The moon is sending it’s dead beams
To the frozen grounds and desert plains
A time to thrive for master of the lake
While the waters are still swirling
He collects the highest toll
And absorbs the might of wilderness
Can’t destroy his endless mastery
Over graven fields
And frozen shores
When the winter is long
And the coldness is great
In the bitter cold, which reigns on the lake
Don’t you tread on the sacred ice that prevails
As it touches your soul, you’ll be part of the lake
Soaring over his frozen realm he awaits
Ever watching the master, these are his domains
With mysterious silence, the tides are the gate
As he reaches your soul, you belong to the lake