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