The land murmurs to me in the solitude of the night The stars behold me like frozen eyes in the sky The cold air cuts my face like blades The moonlight shows itself through the leaves of the trees Older than the last of the masters that governed the earth They will return to reign where men do The wind moaned their voices like screams in hell Desolating my soul that is crawling through a frozen plain My soul was taken where the ancient rits were howled once There the sun is weak and with less shine than a star Among piles of bones they spoke to me about the corruption of souls Showing me the grace of primeval rain before the dawn of men Is a shameful secret, freedom isn't made for everyone They'll try to tame you with faith and the cross Confront your way with courage, stay strong The unyielding spirit never kneels down