Tradition - Heritage - Destiny

The stones are silently carrying the eons burden
 Beneath them the tokens entombed in soil
 I call over the echoes of the wayward winds of centuries
 In tainted awareness they merge loyalty with betrayal
 Among the oak limbs lies the remembrance
 And the elders artifacts covered by dust
 Brothers once standing as unity in warfare
 Displaced through grandiose treacherous strike
 Appeared against under opposite banners
 Sworn allegiance to the outer sovereigns
 And lavished each others precious blood
 They were clouds torn by the winds of history
 At the field resounding with funeral chant
 A tree with shallow roots bends under assaults
 Dependency to the nameless kings
 Ending up broken and defiled in mud
 The deeply-rooted tree shall stand high and proud
 On the restless barren land despite alternate winds
 Here are my roots, here, deep
 Inseparable with this soil
 Immersed into labyrinth of olden spirits and acts
 I absorb the very noble essence
 A vehemence to endure each storm...