I had a dream about an age
Stepping out from shadow
Spelled words glowing in my eye
About the ecstasy of depth,
Far in the rootsof the trees

My blindness was conducted by my steps and worships
My dawn-instincs called my attention
Soon blood springs out, the heathen devotion
The spirit of the vale is wakening,
The olds in it chop the throat of life for ever

We erect a fortress around the dead mountain,
Bury the past and throw sparks at the birth of the blade
We wake up past ages
And devotion will be back with as

Red wildness, a home of the universe
Breaks off his chains for ever
And fire awakens in the lakes