We search so hard in vain
When the answers hold our hands
They fill our bellies, they drench the sand
They pour from the sky their thunders roar

We still search for answers
We must search no more!

Disregard dogma
We've no need to kneel again
Unless to feel the earth to
Drink from the streams again

Drink from the streams again!

Divinity in the forest
Drenching the night sky
Present in all things that grow
The Gods as an archetype

I saw the gods in the eyes of my
Father on the last day he waved goodbye
I saw the Gods starring at the night-sky
With a friend standing on lake ice

I saw God in the eyes of my
Nephew just minutes after his birth and
I saw the Gods at the end of Sumbel when
An emptied horn made flames burst!
I see the Gods
I see God...