A familiar voice resounded From an effigy so tall Decaying moonlight shrouded Face carved both great and small Alone and yet surrounded Shivering I stood to wait Wooden eyes stared, still unchanged Faces starved both small and great And a totem was raised where the green Earth meets the grey sky. . . . A symbol of power, I need its shelter A light in the dim North, where coldness can crush you Carve my face in Earths grand totem A monument praising our heathen crescendos To trust in its wisdom is to trust in myself Carve my face in Earths grand totem Faces starved both small and great Wooden eyes stared still unchanged Shivering I stood to wait Alone and yet surrounded Faces carved both great and small Decaying moonlight shrouded From an effigy so tall A familiar voice resounded Carve my face in Earths grand totem