Seita

A great stone of the Ancient ones... It has pa*sed from a father to a son All the years it has been the same... The greatest saint of the northern ways So many storms have pa*sed by, so many lives still have to die Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life Mighty shades of the sunless days are our cradles as well as graves Seita never betrays his sons, Northern folk's holiest God So many storms have pa*sed by, so many lives still have to be sacrificed Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life