Like the scent of earth
In dawning spring, Echos our mothers lay Over awakening lands.

Like the scent of sea
In wrothest night, Echos our fathers lay Out of roaring waves.

Like the scent of moss
In the deepest wood, Echos our sisters lay Within rustling trees.

Like the scent of rain
On a gleaming day, Echos our brothers lay Over sun’s ray.

Echos our mothers lay Echos our fathers lay Echos our sisters lay Echos our brothers lay

Like the scent of wind
Stroking our skin, Echos our gore’s lay Over awakening lands.