| A northbound path | |
| Alone I walk this land | |
| These lordless fields | |
| Untouched by man | |
| Through the narrow woods | |
| Trees shield the wind | |
| Just a whistling sound | |
| Desolation becomes me | |
| The sound of the river | |
| The source to my life | |
| I walk along her | |
| Adoring her pristine sight | |
| I am of the earth | |
| The past is my blood | |
| Ancestors rebirth | |
| My seed grows | |
| Under this majestic mountain | |
| There is a prosperous field | |
| This will be my homeland | |
| Where my river streams | |
| Stone build on stone | |
| Walls become to keep | |
| The outside at a distance | |
| My blood within reach | |
| A body well worn | |
| Scars of life | |
| Here I live | |
| Here I die | |
| The sound of the river | |
| The source to my life | |
| I walk along her | |
| Adoring her pristine sight |