awakened by the hands of autumn
the hands which made me sleep
straight in the eyes of winter
was a shadow vague yet deep
the force behind my cause
the hands that fold me within
awakened beneath a restless sky
by mountains which darken the day
spiritual dust of my fathers
- the heart and soul of my way -
the force behind my cause
grim token of the path within
leads us through the coldest night
to be walked by all men of might
behold the ice on the big seas
the summits and the naked trees
ashore the bay through the rough