It was one of those days when we sat around the fire that kept us warm It was one of those days when we lived with the forest that fed us all The stones, the runic inscriptions are memories of an uncivilized epoch
It was one of those days when we built a house of wood and stone It was one of those days when we worshipped the night and the unknown The graves, the wooden houses can you feel the spirit in its might the spirit is a memory from the epoch that died
Oh. how I long to get back to the times when the forest still covered our land
All those dreams are memories from the epoch that died all those forests are glimpses of the past Hear the calls from ancient relics and feel the spirit in its might
It was one of those days when we made a boot out of a log It was one of these days when we shaped our silver directly from the hammer Our faith were coming from the deepest of ourselves and our fears were ruled by the natural powers
Oh. how I long to get back to the times when the forest still covered our land
All those dreams are memories from the epoch that died all those forests are glimpses of the past Hear the calls from ancient relics and feel the spirit in its might, the epoch that died