Distant mother of ancient birth
A grander fate did you deserve
Fought with fire and brimstone cold
Your tale has never before been told
You raised your sons with a hand of steel
With heathen pride your daughters three
In times of woe when all men were of stone
Your heart shone pure with a glimmer of gold
Dark Mother, let your banners fly
High and Mighty, your soul shall never die...
When years have passed and we're buried and gone
Our kin march forth to a brave new dawn
Your wisdom guides through thick and through thin
Your wordless voice in the sigh of the wind
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Dark Mother, spread your wings up high
High and Mighty, soar eternal skies...
