Walking thru the forest deeps In agony of polyn seeds Foggy visions of the trees And the ground falls beneath Treelord's spirits play a riff Of the oldest pagan myth Wolves are howling wisdom words About the trip of ancient wolhws Passed the forest. Passed the chase Going thru the land of coal Find the freedom in the mines Full of magic blackened stones Voice beckoning to the deeps With impact f polynseeds Shubin - spirit f the mines Calls to serve him with blind eyes The eternal caveman Is walking thru the stalactites And the endless mines Watching him with black stone eyes