I am a wanderer
Following a hidden path
Known only to those
Who have not forgotten the world that was
I envisage vast wilderness
A sacred realm
Unspoiled by modern man
My path is lined with ancient alders
They lead me through
Black moors and misty fields
I learned to think like a mountain
I learned to speak a language older than words
I learned to see with eyes unclouded by greed
Bow down to gaia
Bow down to mother earth
My goddess, she in her I trust
My fortress, my hightower
My shelter, my shield
My eternal love
And my one true home
In my dreams I behold
A world falling apart
Not a single black wolf
Is preparing for the sacred hunt
A white stag is bleeding out
Far from the forgotten glade
In my dreams I behold
A world falling apart
Here is nothing
But eternal silence
No birds are singing
No seeds are sprouting
I hang my head in shame
Is this the bitter truth?
Do I secretly wish for the death of man?
My goddess, she in her I trust
My fortress, my hightower
My shelter, my shield
My eternal love
And my one true home
