I return to the roots, The branches, the leaves, To the only place I ever found peace. In this palace of winds I am one with the trees, The crows and the ravens Bring solace to me. No devastation from men With their sticks and knives, No destruction from those Labelling me with a price. Here I am now With the sticks and stones, Here I will reduce Them all into bones. They will arrive With their guns and scythes, Here we will wait And eat them alive.