To worship the land we adore
Is to feel your soul swept ashore
On woodland thrones and bones
We build our homes with stones

Gods known and unknown
See my disheartened tears
My body longs for thee
At heart you are my only shining dream

To worship the mountains high
Is to accept your fate and die
On the peaks of Nordlaniæ
We sing as one aria

Transcend and taste the wind
Pillars of creation, I peer
To die in the arms of your kin
We set sail even though the end is near

Archaic words and songs
Pathos to my sullen soul
Bury me with the last stars
As they shine no more

To worship is to claim your firmament
To worship is to read your last sacrament
On these shores my brothers have bled
We weep as the last word is said

Fly, take me to the sky
Die, I am forever
We are the weaves of this cosmic tapestry
Cry, as the last star is gone