The Power Remains - Exhumed

Out in the marshland and deep in the woods

Something stirs from the past to live once again

Do you believe that there is life

In all that they told us was dead?

Our land, sea and sky

Our land, our claim

Our land, sea and sky

The power remains

This faith that moved mountains, blue stone and earth

Has its roots in the past, it’s rising again

The path of the serpent now trodden to dust

Is raised from its slumber to beckon us on Nathrac!

They ripped your innards out

Defiled the sacred land

But I believe the power remains

Reach out your hand