I see a culture fade away
I see a kin at the end of their day
But I will not falter; I will not fall, as I whisper this phrase
Beyond control [bad word]  to open eyes it’s everywhere
The sets you free

throne for the king, the king of all men
To answer my thoughts, my dreams and my prayers
We look to the sea as we Return to Asgard
Nature’s embraced by the soul of my mythology
The source of life is intertwined with my crimson history
These words of love not words of hate
Not to destroy but to create
Closed eyes are denied of history