Alone, inland hysteria.
I am a stranger in this land.
Here I kneel before you.
Oh, solemn glory. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/cult_of_luna/following_betulas.html ]
Standing together on the hill.
Nothing is spoken, but understood.
Below, a procession of wooden men.
Swinging their tree trunks in the wind.
