How mighty thou art O’ God of the skies
Endlessly chasing the horned God of lies
An immortal cycle of endings and beginnings
And this is the meaning of the World
It’s the darkness stealing the fire at night
And the first glowing dawn of light
It’s the creation of many
Tested in the fires
Some are destroyed
Others forged in steel
It is an ever turning wheel
The cycle of life
And death
To begin
We must have an ending
And somewhere
There is balance
In the shifting sands of time
The fleeting balance
Of a line in creation
A crack of thunder
A line of light as
Perun makes all right