Wild areas
Our presence, soon will be known
And they will attempt to
Trample our bodies
Use our bones as forks to prod
Out entrails from their fangs
Scalp down the skulls,
Collect these trophies from their crimes

The ground's tremors warn us, they’re nearby
Weapons are ready
To fight, to kill, to be
Keeper of the root, wisdom and the beasts
We arrive
Fountain of many promises

Elder of the root, wisdom and their feats.
We arrive
Source of many fantasies.
Glacial march through the fountain of youth
Our dream for so long, obvious stargaze
Holding in my hand, triumph's destiny

Wild areas
Our presence is definitely known
And we now retort to
Baffle immensity,
Tear their flesh with rage to flow
Out lifetime out of their veins
Victory fills our glasses with death, and we drink
They bend to the fervor and the spiteful anger of our blades

Glacial march through the fountain of youth
Stealing from its heart, a piece of our salvation
Our dream for so long, obvious stargaze
Holding in my hand, triumph's destiny