I hear the calling of wind and fire
in the echoes of the song of oak
when the steams rise from the woods
Chilly rain, cold crystal dew
memories are returning through and through
I am coming back to my roots
Sleeping spirit of my survival dozing deep in my heart
You hear the elders cry, the keepers of Yggdrasill die
Chorus:
I feel the burning fire
The flames rising to the sky
The ardour of my desire
I feel the pulsing heart
Shed rivers of blood
The spirit for which warriors died
I see Mother Nature walks the Earth
The berserkers fight with ancestral pride
I hear the calling of wind and fire
in the echoes of the song of oak
when the steams rise from the woods
Chilly rain, cold crystal dew
memories are returning through and through
I am coming back to my roots
Sleeping spirit of my survival dozing deep in my heart
You hear the elders cry, the keepers of Yggdrasill die
Chorus:
I feel the burning fire
The flames rising to the sky
I hear the Einhejar's cry
I feel the pulsing heart
Shed rivers of blood
Our spirit will never die
I see Mother Nature walks the Earth
The berserkers fight with ancestral pride
I was born from our blood and soil
The son of Sun ring
The child of the runes
Born to suffer, born to win...
Freya's heart, Wotan's eye
I hear the calling...
