Trod between these steep hills
Make your way across the wild
Let the gentle rain quietly soak
The ground and all beneath
Again the wand bites the soil
When thunder cracks in distance
Winds are gathering strenght
Storms circling above
Rapid flowing with haste
Awakening the sleeping lakes
Pools of untouched light
from the cold chasms above
Enjoy the coldness and breez
Extinguishing life and dreams
Roar from an awakening past
A dawning of glory that shall last