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