Walking through the forest I hear the memories Of the ancient spirits, Still living in the trees... I can feel the power Of this splendid land And what has been forgotten Comes to the light again... Once there was a kingdom Beautiful and free Mother to her children Threat to enemies Wooden castles standing High upon the hills! Fearless people living - Defying strangers' wills For the honoured fathers Golden mead will flow In our hearts forever Hallowed oaks will grow... For the honoured fathers We fill up our horns! In the odes of Thunder The foretime returns! Holy groves were rustling - Full of mysteries Tenebrous and trackless, Keeping holy peace Glorious and mighty They lived until the day Plague came out of nowhere - They called it a New Faith... Bloody times then came Lots of tears and pain they brought... No, we won't forget Lessons that they've taught!