The Oak and the Cross

I am running through the plain of erratic rocks
 Behind of me only a wake of restlessness
 And the shade of the Cross
 That Cross brought by men that they disdain the nature
 The things and beauty of creator
 Judging me heretical
 This
 Is my faith
 My roots
 My divine flame
 Borned
 By seed of the ground
 I shall return
 I feel the river flow and to sing the wind among the leaves
 While the sovereign moon observes us
 Waiting for the birth of new day
 I live dancing with nature's rhythms
 Deifying the creatures that give me
 Their life sacrificing itself in me
 For me they are gods
 No I can't believe
 That your lord
 Wants our death
 'Cause he's sacrificed for men!
 Lost in dawn I feel the dew feeds the ground
 My spirit is cradled in embrace of mother earth
 The ancient Oak is risen austere
 In front of me
 Whispering to my heart
 "You are my son!"
 Yes my god your true son am I
 Son!
 Son of earth... of heart and sky!
 Over the madness of men I'll go
 Searching always the way of truth
 With gods of earth in my flesh
 With god of sky in my soul
 I shall still carved stones
 I shall still read the stars
 I shall still have signs of blue
 Into the battle
 Take my land
 Quarter my flesh
 But you won't have
 My abnegation