| Out in the marshland and deep in the woods | |
| Something stirs from the past to live once again | |
| Do you believe that there is life | |
| In all that they told us was dead? [Chorus:] | |
| Our land, sea and sky | |
| Our land, our claim | |
| Our land, sea and sky | |
| The power remains | |
| This faith that moved mountains, blue stone and earth | |
| Has its roots in the past, it's rising again | |
| The path of the serpent now trodden to dust | |
| Is raised from its slumber to beckon us on | |
| Nathrac! They ripped your innards out | |
| Defiled the sacred land | |
| But I believe the power remains | |
| Reach out your hand |