From this river to roots Of this forest, of the Earth he soaks In deserted dikes flows Where leaves lay silent in their sleep Feed me with your voice The silence of the glaciers Through branches of sacred arms Your frozen wispers As the rivers crushes on these banks Elevates his roaring voice to a chant... Scent of fir spread through the air As the rite becomes alive From Earth to leaves To a sky beneath From flesh to spirit Cracks the wooden dome Trees, as my flesh, have no rest here Consumed to ash in the womb of the earth My skin as your cortex Is the past, wrinkles and scars Quenched in the cold sight of the stars The river renews this wooden cathedral Reborn in the altar. lit are the fires Prayers roars in cascades Arise, gods and stars Behold