Lyrics:

I've been following the source of footsteps
A march behind the coldest dark forest
Haze below the black clouds of the mountain
Scattered above this heretic madness

Even though sunrise is shinning too cold
Behind the diagonal image of trees
Fair humidity inside the woods
Surrounded by echoes of wild ambient

In the black shades of tyrant
Finding a pleasure to live here
Between the twinkling flares above
Mother Nature enchants me with her charms

For the elders and the ancestors
I honor all the presents and forms of peace
For all beings that are behind this silence
I surrender myself to the nature

A perfect creation
Of what Earth needs

A pillar of the sky
That keeps the air above

At the foot of the mountain
The river flowing toward east
On the top of the mountain
The strange voice is calling

The voices is calling
The mountain is calling