Letra de Ancient Voice

The winds of wisdom lash my face As I hail this open space Under the burning midday sun I sense the power that makes us one This stretch of land before I see Lies symbolic of history An Angleman, I am of many I am of their spirit, I am of them I hear their ancient voice The storms of knowledge pound the skies As I praise this sight before my eyes Through the mist beyond the sea I see the past that calls to me We are one Heathen son As I stand above your graves We are one Heathen son As I see the world in flames