Bloodsoil

As I walk through the forgotten lands

The Bloodsoil speaks to me

Awakening Clandestine spirit

Connecting with unknown greatness.

Thorns and textures of Life and Death

Deafening natural silence.

Voices from unseen sources

Stimulating the senses.

In distance, so far away from corruption of modern world

So close is the Bloodsoil of your Heritage

Where greatness of man

Remains inferior to land he was born from