Back to where my roots dig deep
And into the land underneath the mountains
Thru the dark forest down by the river
Your spirit remains deep inside of us.
I close my eyes and dream of past times
An image hanging, overlooking the nine worlds
A ravens song, I gathered up the runes
As I forever fall back into the past.
Take possession of the ancient heritage
As I step into the bloodlines of my ancestors
I grasp the spear into my bloody hand
I'm waiting for you... Father Wotan!!
Capturing the force of the ancient pagan gods
I draw the runes of power around me
A vagabond I am, just like you
Driven by the longing for perception.
Arrival at the burial ground
The conjuration has been summoned
At the old oak tree of life
As I lie in wait for you...