Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests.
A true melancholic atmosphere,
Haunts this hidden world.
Where men, for hundreds of years,
Have immortalized their cult.
Down in the forest.
Or, wherever we may care to bleed
We are Gods.
Do not follow it as always, present icons.
Of your very own consciousness.
In their own reality
Thus we do know where our lands are laid down.
With strength of faith, (for honour),
We shall reign forever in loyalty.
For we are Gods, do not obey us...
One with this world,
This is where I long to be.