One day I stood with my back to the wind
And the rain fell down
Raised my fist to the cobalt sky
And I called to the Gods
...Where are you?

I stood in the stream with cold clear water
Rushing around me
With cold stone underfoot
And I called again to the Gods
...Where are you?

I sat in the forest clearing
Surrounded by wood and leaf
A Raven, he watched my every move
And I could feel my heartbeat thundering
Deep within my veins

I set foot on foreign land
Held my brothers and sisters to me
And saw the same questions in them
Yet when I clasped their hands
I felt their Blood beneath mine
I had found my answer

["The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man's natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..."]