Sacrilege By my hand As a worthless pale memory They look upon the old The defiling of our land And glorious nature Shall become their undoing As we lay our hate And powers upon them The dark eternity I am veiled in wind I am not alone Unleashed hate and anger By mountains strength We shall prevail by our unity And for the old - for the old Battle cries shall rage up From all our valleys Unleashed hate and anger By mountains strength We shall prevail by our unity Our hurling storms of hatred Curse their wretched souls Our great spirit of strength Shall battle to the death With wisdom we walk With might we slay And their spiritless bodies We shall dance upon Peace shall never be thine And we shall feast And we shall sing In our neverending glory On our path of the wise We shall dance on our hallowed ground Our souls are as one With earth - spirit And the old - the old