I\'ts a violent era
of long harsh plains .
humanity in its early hours
still numb from a glacial chill .
Chaos shakes the rising mountains
and continents seek their shape .
Everything vibrates with fierce
and uncertain birth in the haze
where the weak has no place
and surviving a duty ...
Horizon already open to conquerors .
Trembling bodies entrenched
in primary shelters .
Refuge from predator\'s fang .
Skin clothing ,hand on spear and axe .
Not yet masters of these waving fields
imprisoned by endless forest ,
empoisoned by putrid swamps
oozing epidemic and fever ...
Wild men gaze up at the stars
and wonder where the sun goes at sunset...
The women light the sacred fire
where the wolves come to warm themselves.
Mystery of snow and lament of silence .
and bending to the law of the solar force .
To fulfill the clan\'s destiny on the move ,
chasing the mystery of the day ...
At dawn will it be reborn ?