The subtle voice whispering The satin temptation of the wind While our civilization lies in ruin We answer the call of the wilderness
The ominous skies resembling Blood soaked battle fields In the shelter of the forest A reprieve from our ordeal
The laughter of the wind The weeping of the rain The thunder god's hammer coming down As we return to the wild again
The interegnum has ended
Where will we go in this strange land we should have called home? The elusive ghosts of the native ancestral spirit no longer vacant from its throne We must learn to live with out comfort, to be fed we must learn to grow
