VALHALLA CALLING

Land, the tear; God the mountain, God the sea,
God the forest, God me.
Keep the rivers running free,
Keep the ancient oaks alive as long as earth remembers us,
The land that is still surviving.
The land that is still surviving.
Do not scar the sacred hills, do not poison stream or shore,
Every careless wound you leave echoes through the ages more.
Leave an offering by the stones,
Thank the earth beneath your feet,