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