Tekst:
Brymir

Trapped in a room without walls Forced to walk this darkened road When I come to a crossroad And the way divides into three separate paths I walk the

Void and blind, I watched the frozen surface Frozen and hollow beyond Beyond the emptiness, a child cried Cast the fear from my eyes Some told tales

Morning light shines from the west Ageless warmth awakens from its rest Lost cold of the moon, chill of the stars The sun spreading life, the end of

Remember! This place of heathen divinity Dying and withered Defiled, its meaning This old sacred place About to be forgotten This place where our Ancestors

Prijevod: Del Funky Homosapien. Nadogradnja [Tečaj Brymar College].