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Torn by sacred trees

placed on the white stone

by the oldest man of her people

here is were we come to pray

the smell of blood and smoke

it spreads through the forest

a thousand horns sounds

in salute to the new king.

In the eyes of the druid,

a sacred fire burns eternally.

He can see inside the woods,

the Golden Age over this land.

For over a thousand years

the Gods had protected us

our Mother gave animals

with forests and sacred rivers.

Ancestral towers beyond the forest,

the pillars of (the) Universe

the Pantheon of the oldest Gods

which now rest in their golden thrones.

Threatened by the arrival of the invader

more than one thousand sons of Nur gave their lives

to defend the great sacred temples

that someday will arise in the light of the Gods.