Insomnium

In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf
Land now bare and naed, awaits it's snowy sheet
And as the light still lingers, painting scarlet this barren scene
An old man sings his song of melancholy and relinquish
I'm a whirl deep in dark waters,
A stare in the shades of fir-trees
I'm riding above with north wind,
Herding the black clouds of rain
Mine is the kingdom,