Beneath the dark earth
The earth spirit shouts knowing certain rhythms
That speak to the wilderness
Their voices are always on the edge of the mind
Gather, glorious fellows all
This is the night of the ancestral call
Beneath the streams of mountain fall
Deep in the woods all sorrow stall
Our hearts set the light with gall
In the eons of time where become eternal
Molten lava of blood will fall
As we walk at these forgotten corners
Voices of the elder guiding us
Through sacred ground
In a quest for wisdom
Smell the air of undead breath
Hear the sound of heavy steps
To cast a murky shadow over this misty ground
Carry us ever slower through
Dark mountain ranges as far the eye can see
Howling winds cry out in echoes
Reflections on mother nature
Carry those spirits sound away
In a forgotten landscape where silence prevails
See the wide rays shining over the horizon
Our hearts set the light with gall
In the eons of time where become eternal
Molten lava of blood will fall
Hear the voices come closer
The three old man standing tall
Come! pass the giant cave!
Feel the spirits
Let the heaven and hell burned to the desiccated ground
Burn it to the ground!
The cleansing flames devour the peace of night
Let the wind of heats spread
We stand with our fires of old!
We stand with the elder spirits!
With heathen's energy undefeated
We eager to bring them to life
To spread the wisdom
With heathen's energy undefeated
For the lost ones
Shadows that appear before us distorted their appearance
Contours slowly disappearing to become one with the fog
Timeless