Letra da Música: Gaias Waltz - Landmarq

A comfortable passenger train
Travels south to suburban terrain
With a woman who has nothing to gain
From the bright city claims
From the station she'll walk alone
To her modest residing abode
Unlock the doors that she owns
That conceal revelations

There releasing her clothes,
The girl the world hardly knows
Will dance for the gods in their robes
The earth she'll paradeÂ….
Hence she was made

Naked she flees the night,
Gathering her bonds with all life
Baring her skin to the wind,
Increasing strength from within
The fruit of the wood is ripe,
Such is her flesh in the light
Pagans had pledged herein,
So must the rite now begin

Deep in the woodland she goes,
The girl the world hardly knows
Will dance for the gods in their robes
The earth she'll paradeÂ….
Hence she was made

There she'll dance,
Becoming one with the wood and the land
Calling up gaia with rage
The horned god's parade,
The old faith forgotten
Through pagans and age
She is one with life,
Proclaiming solitary heathen rites
Promising light to the day,
The wilderness reign
The call on the moon
And the sungod to bathe.