Ancient knowledge in the dust Covered with ashes Our deceased now forgotten As there is no blessing to come from The hand of the ancestor of sun Brothers, remember of your fathers Who lived and died on this earth (Today) there is no name standing On their black headboards in your souls Spritis surrounding as like old trees On the darkened road towards the forest Recall forgotten memory Of a thousand-year-old nation Used to pray for nature Used to be burnt by wild pride I am the earth, I give life I am the fire, I purify