In wide lands, wrapped in snow, we walk through.
Walking through the mist.
All the way up to an old fields mountain,
a mountain made of stones.
This mountain's just one of many secrets
of this place where this ancient forest grown.
Come on, follow me through Gadreta,
let me tell you the ancient tales of my home.
Mystic lands of magic forests I show you
to recover the old way.
Together, in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
gathered at the fire listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.
Together in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
sitting at the fire, listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.
With words of poison Kilian and his followers
came from Ireland to destroy what was built
by our ancestors hundred years ago,
to build houses of their God.
Not more longer we want to be silent:
Away with Christianity!
To be plundered and suppressed,
to live our life in freedom again.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hear my voice, follow us, (Hey! Hey!)
do not forget where we came from, (Hey! Hey!)
hear my voice, stand up and fight, (Hey! Hey!)
free our land, don't be afraid. (Hey! Hey!)
Later this night enough was said (Hey! Hey!)
and tendency becomes forgotten. (Hey! Hey!)
YAAAAAUUOOOORRRGGHHH!!!
With words of poison Kilian and his followers
came from Ireland to destroy what was built
by our ancestors hundred years ago,
to build houses of their God.
Not more longer we want to be silent:
Away with Christianity!
To be plundered and suppressed,
to live our life in freedom again.
Our journey ends, we open out,
in the morning we leave this place
through the forests on the old pathways.
Rivers left on the way
down to the valley which I know,
back to civilisation,
back to the old fields village,
remembering last night.
Mystic lands of magic forests I've show you
to recover the old way.
Together, in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
gathered at the fire listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.
Together in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
gathered at the fire listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.
Walking through the mist.
All the way up to an old fields mountain,
a mountain made of stones.
This mountain's just one of many secrets
of this place where this ancient forest grown.
Come on, follow me through Gadreta,
let me tell you the ancient tales of my home.
Mystic lands of magic forests I show you
to recover the old way.
Together, in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
gathered at the fire listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.
Together in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
sitting at the fire, listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.
With words of poison Kilian and his followers
came from Ireland to destroy what was built
by our ancestors hundred years ago,
to build houses of their God.
Not more longer we want to be silent:
Away with Christianity!
To be plundered and suppressed,
to live our life in freedom again.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hear my voice, follow us, (Hey! Hey!)
do not forget where we came from, (Hey! Hey!)
hear my voice, stand up and fight, (Hey! Hey!)
free our land, don't be afraid. (Hey! Hey!)
Later this night enough was said (Hey! Hey!)
and tendency becomes forgotten. (Hey! Hey!)
YAAAAAUUOOOORRRGGHHH!!!
With words of poison Kilian and his followers
came from Ireland to destroy what was built
by our ancestors hundred years ago,
to build houses of their God.
Not more longer we want to be silent:
Away with Christianity!
To be plundered and suppressed,
to live our life in freedom again.
Our journey ends, we open out,
in the morning we leave this place
through the forests on the old pathways.
Rivers left on the way
down to the valley which I know,
back to civilisation,
back to the old fields village,
remembering last night.
Mystic lands of magic forests I've show you
to recover the old way.
Together, in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
gathered at the fire listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.
Together in that night
let us remember our pagan tribes
gathered at the fire listen to a wolfchant from the mountain side.