The soil on the boots of a yeoman is his, alone An invader’s abducted lore is hewn of heritage Viridescent abyss O woeful shadow Breathe strength in my veins O gleaming dark Mold my passion for vengeance O majestic airth Sharpen my axe for justice O wondrous night This land is not territory, this land is sacred They may call it colony, but we call it home Viridescent abyss O woeful shadow Breathe strength in my veins O gleaming dark Mold my passion for vengeance O majestic airth Sharpen my axe for justice O wondrous night