Letras
Child, now heed my call!
All stands before your feet.
Follow the path your Ancestors walked,
In the Elder God's radiant light.
This land shall grant you all you seek,
If you offer something in return.
Do not demand what is not earned,
Let your desires rest in patience.
There is wine and bread,
There is land and shelter.
If you forsake your Ancestors' God,
You will not see the meaning of life.
And as the spring fades further away,
A tormenting thirst shall devour you.
No longer shall you find the yurt,
Where the Tree of Life casts its shade upon you.
The arrow still soars through the sky,
Wandering among the blazing stars.
Its flight is watched by vigilant eyes,
Reliving the dreams of our forebears.