Leódum on Lande

Each of us must face the question, are we man or are we 
beast?
But no pagan son e''er found his answer, staring blindly to
 the East.

So I raise my fists, to an ashen sky, and call to gods that
 do not hear,
My hollow words, impotent and vain, are scattered on the 
howling winds.

But let this never be forgotten, this earth has tasted the 
blood of my clan.
Not of flesh, Not of dirt, but of Spirit we are one.

My answer beats with the heart of the mountain, and crashes
 with the thunder in the sky,
And the wind that whispers in my ear, will stay with me 
''til the day I die.