Beyond the high mountains and wide seas
The White Oak stands
There is, so high, in the blue sky
The Falcon's nest
He's sitting and waiting, not sleeping
For two thousand years
He's looking for his little children
When they will appear
Beyond the green valleys and dark woods
The Great Stone lies
It lies at the crossroads
Of four sides
The first one for coming and others
For choosing to go
So where will be Mara and
Where will be Fathers and Gods?
Short, hard and thorny the
Way of the Warriors
Narrow and rocky the
Way of the Saints
But so broad and so easy the
Way to Oblivion
For those who rejected
The Ways of the Gods