I stand on a sylvan glade
forests whisper around me
I feel the wonder of forgotten times
as my lung has inspire the air...
I breathe welcome the Nature
our mighty Mother Earth
as the winds blow my face
as the raindrops fall on my skin...
I open my eyes 'n I see
it's not that world
where the people esteem
the spirit of our gods
The clean hungarian
pagan blood is gone
the ancient wisdom
is lost in the past
Churches blemish
the horizon
priests envenom
with their words
Oh, our mighty kingdom's
no more...
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