The Call of the Wood - Opera Ix

I raise my eyes at dead of night I hear the silence moulding my body I hear the damp and living ground throbbing I belong to it. I＇m the guardian of this land, I

Feel the breeze on my face The icy breath of the goddess. I raise my hand and touch the illusion. My mind is powerful and my Ego is high As the mountain in fron

Gorgot Assai Belem. May the Great Portal open to me, My voice thunder in thy name And for the power of the lords of the great frost. The whirling air of the Nor

Under the moonlight, Bitter falls a tear Over the face of memories. Oh, shining blade! Cut my flesh, So that be the Sacred Fire Nourished by my vital fluid. And