Print

In wide lands, wrapped in snowWe walk through the mistAll the way up toAn Old Fields MountainA Mountain made of StonesThis Mountain is just one ofMany secrets of this placeWhere an ancient forest is grownCome on, follow meThrough GadretaLet me tell youThe ancient tales of my homeMystic lands of magic forestsI show youTo recover the old wayTogether, in that nightLet us rememberOur pagan tribesGathered at the campfireTo listen to a WolfchantFrom the Mountain SideWith poisoned wordsKilian and his followersFrom Ireland they cameSongtexteTo destroy what was builtBy our ancestorsHundred years agoTo Build HousesFor their godNo longerWe want to be silentAway withChristianityNot to be suppressedAny longerTo live our lifeIn freedom againHear my Voice,Follow usDo not ForgetWhere we came fromHear my voiceStand up and fightFree our landDon't be afraidLater this nightEnough was saidAnd tendencyBecomes more omittedWith poisoned wordsKilian and his followersFrom Ireland they cameTo destroy what was builtBy our ancestorsHundred years agoTo Build HousesFor their godNo longerWe want to be silentAway withChristianityNot to be suppressedAny longerTo live our lifeIn freedom againOur Journey endsWe open outIn the morningTo leave this placeThrough the Forests onThe old pathwaysRivers left on the wayDown to the valleyWhich I knowBack to civilisationBack to the old fields villageRemembering last nightMystic lands of magic forestsI've show youTo recover the old wayTogether, in that nightLet us rememberOur pagan tribesGathered at the campfireTo listen toa WolfchantFrom the Mountain Side Aus Songtexte Mania