Devotion by Echalon Lyrics

Grey snow covered the eyes
That believed in highlander's way
Where branches were inclined downward
There was only wind whistle when he went

He couldn't bend before God
In fact he is God himself
Only people believing in his power
Inclined their heads without hearing lie

Roads of glory
Clouds above heads
Rivers at your feet
Hands that write this poem
Presented a faith
In earth and sphere
In wind and water
In a mother earth and her nature

Not bending shoulders
Not being afraid of losses
Fought not for himself
As a real beast
For nature that gave life
For lands where his grave will be
Where inclined his head and repented
Your life thawed there