Glade sheltered from the eyes of human
The thick and dense forest
I am here to start again
The revolution that is about to end
He's here for a very long time, no counting the centuries
No moss or grass is hidden
We gave it to the upper darkness
Since then, he's here and he waits
Paint hands on the edges of the spiral
Such as seen in the forgotten, the morning dreams
He will awaken, I know I do
Catching fire to the heavens
You're the bone of the earth, you are the ancient totem
Get up after a long sleep
We need help, otherwise the end
There is only cold and darkness
First, almost inaudibly, then louder
I hear singing like a stone
The wave of the awakening sun in the portal
And a wall will rush forward