Silence, dark forest
Fear, shadows are silent
Souls of ancestors, ancient signs
Power of the night oppresses conscience.
The cold is squeezing heart up to pain
Trunks of trees carrying away a glimpse
Loud shouts of ancient warriors
The moonlight exposing the darkness.
An owl screaming above the old wood
Ancient signs - souls of ancestors
The power's filled with the gloom of the wood
Eternity, pride and faith
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