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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...