1. MEDITATION I

Our mighty blaze is growing
Our great wheel is turning
this great prison of ice, bearing down no more
we're free from winter, we're free to soar

Now Approaching the apex
On these outskirts of empire
Our wild voices
howl with our drums
Our sight becomes manifest

This iron age has come to an end
This is the birth of our new world


2. MEDITATION II

Our movement through the ages
was hidden within a darkness
protected by the fear
of their own projections

our world, our sovereignty
is not even seen
by the eyes of this time

beholden to us
are sigils and signs
revealing strength
and purity of heart

our people are gifted
beyond mortal perception
prosperous in all times
our wealth is our mind

monoliths of reverence
our Gods are our wellspring
burning brighter than
the deeds and empires
of mankind