Heathen Tribes — Primordial

This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time

It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore

To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone

We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone

From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra

Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus

To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha

Yet when to Ireland we Return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her Earth