The wind is a prince of the Earth
The season is his noble steed
It's him taking life, giving birth
Performing his global deed
And he comes around in the morning
To cool off the worm afternoon
Gently caressing the evening
Howling at the side of the pool
High mountain __ guide him
They wonder in people below
With no one __ beside him
Those blazes were gold and will go
He's just outstanding
Aboard a sea of flare
He's just out of really
To capture the mount of men
And he comes around in the morning
To cool off the worm afternoon
Gently caressing the evening
Howling at the side of the pool
The wind is a prince of the Earth