Beyond the high mountains and wide seas The White Oak stands There is, so high, in the blue sky The Falcon's nest He's sitting and waiting, not sleeping For two thousand years He's looking for his little children When they will appear Beyond the green valleys and dark woods The Great Stone lies It lies at the crossroads Of four sides The first one for coming and others For choosing to go So where will be Mara and Where will be Fathers and Gods? Short, hard and thorny the Way of the Warriors Narrow and rocky the Way of the Saints But so broad and so easy the Way to Oblivion For those who rejected The Ways of the Gods