Ancient marks written by blood On drenched, forsaken ground Of forefathers dead long ago Among the old oaken trees And overwhelming dark forest Where the whispering sough Of the nature crowns remember all Upper large branches like thorns Cover the time But now past is not important This story is about what is now Is this the fortold Ragnarock Or maybe a hostile curse Why have you cut out The inner temple of nature Sacred grove violated by the unfamiliar Falling monuments echo in the sky
What was once great and godlike Now rot and cover with shame Demons in dark robes Hooded preachers, worshiping the dead Remember their cursed sign Two crossed lines that spill the blood Cold in their hearts, no flame of life Ancient trees for them are nothing more Than an obstacle to destroy Far by numbers, with torches and flames They destroy, shatter and place And when the shrine of nature falls Odin in his golden throne sadly weeps
Why they have abandoned us There are no signs from Asgard No Valhalla gates open for revenge No thunder from the clear sky I need to take things in my old hands The last rune has been written Algiz heralding the merciless death All signs have been spoken And marked with wise man's blood Everything is the will of nature now The spell is cast, the story ends here
I see the fire, I see as they come And now I'll be gone forever But now I"ll be gone forever Illuminated horizon With shining northern stars My lying, forest litter And barrow shall be The gathering of Old ancient oaken tressTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
