Waking to the rhythm of the morning drum.
The spirit of the Earth and I are one.
The sun has not yet risen.
The day has begun, our Mother speaks clearly.
She calls us.
She puts joy in our hearts and strengthens everyone.
Waking to the rhythm of the morning drum.
I remember our ancestors.
Arise! Arise my kin!
Come bring forth the ways of the Ancient ones.
Let them know they are loved.
Let them see, all that can be done.
Shout for joy!
Proclaim the gods to everyone.
Waking to the rhythm of the morning drum.
The race for this day has yet begun.
See clearly the rising of the sun,
The great works that can be done.
Behold and proclaim the time has come.
Arise and wake, to the sound of the morning drum.
O Ancestors and Ancient Ones!
Your breath fills the air around me:
Your breath fills the air around me.
The wind speaks your names.
In the distance the thundering of many horses.
Run!
Catch up with them, the battle has begun.
I give chase, with the new strength you grant.
You guide my sword and my shield.
You count me, among the bold.
Your breath fills the air around me.
You teach me your ways.
You prepare me to fight the evil of this day.
The trumpet blast!
The time has come.
Rising up an army to serve the Ancient Ones.
Ancestors of old.
Under your banner I do serve.
Leading the charge, you put our enemies to flight.
Your breath fills the air around me.
The armies of our enemies can not stand.
As we are guided by your hands.
My heart beats fierce, your courage fills me.
The war cry you gave me I shout out loud.
It shatters the fetters that bind us all.
Your breath fills the air around me.
The ground trembles at the sound of your voices.
Men of renown weep at the mention of your names.
Your love has removed all my pain.
By the setting of the sun the battle is won.
We stand and serve in the army of The Ancient Ones.