Within the mist The arms entwined By moons enshrined And softly kissed The boughs so old With leaves of gold In autumns cloak The endless oak Deep within the forest's heart The oaken throne An ancient soul, a wooden guard The tree of old Centuries have seen its rise Years thousandfold It reigns upright without demise The oaken throne ♪ Roots that touch the fire Of the earthen core A crown that rose so tall To where the eagles soar Seat of kings alone The oaken throne Wisdom has been sown The oaken throne ♪ The boughs so cold With leaves of gold In autumns cloak The endless oak