The seeds of my soul were sown in the throes of creation,
With the fabric of two woven into a distinction.
Upon a deep winter night with the howls of the surrounding season,
My heart came aflame, and spoke of bare trees and distant sun.
The winds of the storm shall howl across the land my true name,
For Earthborn I am; of Land and Sky I am made a man.
And on these deep winter nights, songs of creation echo in my heart,
For I am man; I am a force of nature -
I am Earthborn!
So here I stand; fury of winter in body of man,
Wraith of a season; destroyer of life and land,
But when these fierce winds tear my ghost from my beaten flesh,
I'll leave the soil and howl with them forever,