Walking thru the forest deeps
In agony of polyn seeds
Foggy visions of the trees
And the ground falls beneath
Treelord's spirits play a riff
Of the oldest pagan myth
Wolves are howling wisdom words
About the trip of ancient wolhws
Passed the forest. Passed the chase
Going thru the land of coal
Find the freedom in the mines
Full of magic blackened stones
Voice beckoning to the deeps
With impact f polynseeds
Shubin - spirit f the mines
Calls to serve him with blind eyes
The eternal caveman
Is walking thru the stalactites
And the endless mines
Watching him with black stone eyes