Sacrilege By my hand They look upon the old As a worthless pale memory The defiling of our land And glorious nature Shall become their undoing And powers upon them As we lay our hate The dark eternity I am not alone I am veiled in wind By mountains strength We shall prevail by our unity And for the old - for the old Unleashed hate and anger Battle cries shall rage up From all our valleys Unleashed hate and anger By mountains strength We shall prevail by our unity Our hurling storms of hatred Curse their wretched souls Our great spirit of strength Shall battle to the death With wisdom we walk With might we slay And their spiritless bodies We shall dance upon Peace shall never be thine And we shall sing And we shall feast In our neverending glory On our path of the wise We shall dance on our hallowed ground Our souls are as one And the old - the old With earth - spirit