When your brother, the wind, turns against you

And the rising storm roils the waves

When the mountain blue on the distant shore

Is dimmed by raging waters

Your horizon is lost

When your sister, the wind, turns against you

And the trees are torn from their roots

When the ancient oaks of the forest

Come crashing down to the ground

But when darkness prevails

All hope is lost

And emptiness conquers all

Dims the fire in your heart

The dead will come to your aid

And the wise shall stand by your side

When you turn against yourself

You will bury each hope and dream

All blessings will turn to curses

As the fire in your heart

It flickers soon to go out

But when darkness prevails

All hope is lost

And emptiness conquers all

Dims the fire in your heart

The dead will come to your aid

And the wise shall stand by your side

They are of your tribe and your nation

Who have come for the aid of their kin

Amassed their ancient wisdom

All of their arts appended

They have brought you here today

And will usher you into tomorrow

You'll see the mountain blue

Glimmering in the distance

Waiting for you

It's looking at you

It sees your life

It's looking at you

It knows your death

See the horizon is clearing

The acorn takes root and grows

The curses turn to blessings

Light a fire in your heart

The dead have come to your aid

And the wise now stand by your side

They are of your tribe and your nation

And the wise now stand by your side

They are of your tribe and your nation

And the wise now stand by your side