Ancient Voice -

The winds of wisdom lash my face

As I hail this open space

Under the burning midday sun

I sense the power that makes us one

This stretch of land before I see

Lies symbolic of history

An Angleman, I am of many

I am of their spirit, I am of them

I hear their ancient voice

The storms of knowledge pound the skies

As I praise this sight before my eyes

Through the mist beyond the sea

I see the past that calls to me

We are one

Heathen son

As I stand above your graves

We are one

Heathen son

As I see the world in flames