The Spirit Born Of Freedom

Pain of my soul

Is embraced with the roots

Of the Ancient oaks

The abyss of forest dust

The high of heaven's water

Vast oceans of the forest

The look of eagle alone the heaven side

I turned to all this

Sunbeam was fading

Where no one else has been I was

The others left the black back water

Their spirit is dead forever

Let my scream wake up

All those who left in swamps and thickets

Those times has gone

But I'll never have the rest

My soul rather shall like eagle soar

Than be oppressed by shade of sadness.