1. The Spirit Born of Freedom
Pain of my soul
 Is embraced with the roots
 Of the Ancient oaks
 The abyss of forest dust
 The high of heaven's water
 Vast oceans of the forest
 The look of eagle alone the heaven side
 I turned to all this
 Sunbeam was fading
 Where no one else has been I was
 The others left the black back water
 Their spirit is dead forever
 Let my scream wake up
 All those who left in swamps and thickets
 Those times has gone
 But I'll never have the rest
 My soul rather shall like eagle soar
 Than be oppressed by shade of sadness.