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 forests 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