| My lightning conceived was I
|
| The stars above became my eyes
|
| Overgelmer flows in my veins
|
| My hair the mist across the never ending nameless lake
|
| By womb of soil, the moist of dew
|
| Born when sun was high, the day was new
|
| And the raven soared high up in clear sky
|
| The lamb will speak to you, when your heart is pure
|
| And you were made by
|
| Mother Earth, Father Thunder
|
| This heart winged, I am eagles son
|
| Through storm and syite, untouched, it is pounding on
|
| This sword, forged in fire and ice
|
| The runes that trail its blade can be seen but by my two eyes
|
| As if written in the snow, the lies, shall melt away
|
| By the wheel of sun to cross the sky this day
|
| Shadows may lay heavy upon the earth
|
| But the truth, cut deep in stone, will last
|
| Till the heavens comes tumbling down upon this world
|
| Mother Earth, Father Thunder |