Saturday, 10 September 2011
now you hear your master sing
and the hills we will lay bare of tree's and make the wood into canoes and from here we will travel and into another ocean and from there we will find more land for us to take on, for we have not enough here and we must grow into that great size that we have dreamed, so go now and take the tree's down. we will leave only the guardians we have prayed to for this long and we will go forth and not look back, in time for the western winds that will carry us away into the sunrise. let nothing slow us for we are a great people and our time now is come and all the lands afar will be ours. ours beneath these different feet which from such greatness forms and takes boundless infinity into its final shape.