Each kingdom leaves its mark
Long after the king is gone
Battles fought and monuments raised in steadfast stone
Ancient paths meander
Through the lands of the present day
Ruined forts stand guard
As sentinels of yesterday
Strata of existence
Layer after layer
Forming the Albion of today
Spiritus in Terra
We hear the whispers of the ancients on the wind
Over fens and woods and dales come messages of old
Windswept hills eternally stand astride the verdant earth
Forests cast their shadows on the soil
From which all life began