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