The oak and the cross

I am running through the plain of erratic rocks
Behind of me only a wake of restlessness
And the shade of the cross
That cross brought by
Men that they disdain the nature
The things and beauty of creator
Judging me heretical

This
Is my faith
My roots
My divine flame
Borned
By seed of the ground
I shall return

I feel the river flow
And to sing the wind among the leaves
While the sovereign moon observes us
Waiting for the birth of new day
I live dancing with nature's rhythms
Deifying the creatures that give me
Their life sacrificing itself in me
For me they are gods

No I can't believe
That your lord
Wants our death
'Cause he's sacrificed for men!
Lost in dawn I feel the dew feeds the ground
My spirit is cradled in embrace of mother earth
The ancient oak is risen austere
In front of me
Whispering to my heart
"You are my son!"

Yes my God your true son am I
Son!
Son of earth... Of heart and sky!
Over the madness of men I'll go
Searching always the way of truth
With gods of earth in my flesh

With God of sky in my soul
I shall still carved stones
I shall still read the stars
I shall still have signs of blue
Into the battle
Take my land
Quarter my flesh
But you won't have
My abnegation