The winds of wisdom lash my face
 As I hail this open space
 Under the burning midday sun
 I sense the power that makes us one
 This stretch of land before I see
 Lies symbolic of history
 An Angleman, I am of many
 I am of their spirit, I am of them 

 I hear their ancient voice 

 The storms of knowledge pound the skies
 As I praise this sight before my eyes
 Through the mist beyond the sea
 I see the past that calls to me 

 We are one
 Heathen son
 As I stand above your graves
 We are one
 Heathen son
 As I see the world in flames