To worship the land we adore Is to feel your soul swept ashore On woodland thrones and bones We build our homes with stones Gods known and unknown See my disheartened tears My body longs for thee At heart you are my only shining dream To worship the mountains high Is to accept your fate and die On the peaks of Nordlaniæ We sing as one aria Transcend and taste the wind Pillars of creation, I peer To die in the arms of your kin We set sail even though the end is near Archaic words and songs Pathos to my sullen soul Bury me with the last stars As they shine no more To worship is to claim your firmament To worship is to read your last sacrament On these shores my brothers have bled We weep as the last word is said Fly, fly, take me to the sky Die, die, I am forever We are the weaves of this cosmic tapestry Cry, cry, as the last star is gone