Like a Great Oak I stay here forsaken and abandoned. Only hills and graveyards surround my frail body.
I hear winds that rush from the north I see storms that damage the shores I feel the breath of every bird I am the one who knows the forests
In the Horned God I believe He used to help me To live here alone forsaken And Abandoned
I look after his possessions His graveyards And woods I live to serve my master I live for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.