كلمات The Golden Spiral

One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A Raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat Thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their Blood beneath mine I had found my answer [Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga] [Music: MacUilliam and Primordial] ["The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man's natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..."]