Paroles de Heathen Tribes

This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we Return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her Earth