"Farewel to the Highlands, farewell to the north.The birth-place of
Seek on storiesRide the skiesHe stole the starsBy staring the
The foundations of our material world are in the realms
It grows in the ambersIt sways through my handsHatred amongst
Oh, do fall, but save your tears to meAnd worship
Never-ending beginningTranscending perception Rich sovereign peaceSummoning gold
Flying upwards to the skyA unique silence to be so
I have given birth to my own children and suckled
Running beyond sight of human kindIn a soul flight ascencion
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