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In wide lands, wrapped in snow |
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We walk through the mist |
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All the way up to |
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An Old Fields Mountain |
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A Mountain made of Stones |
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This Mountain is just one of |
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Many secrets of this place |
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Where an ancient forest is grown |
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Come on, follow me |
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Through Gadreta |
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Let me tell you |
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The ancient tales of my home |
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Mystic lands of magic forests |
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I show you |
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To recover the old way |
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Together, in that night |
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Let us remember |
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Our pagan tribes |
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Gathered at the campfire |
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To listen to a Wolfchant |
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From the Mountain Side |
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With poisoned words |
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Kilian and his followers |
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From Ireland they came |
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To destroy what was built |
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By our ancestors |
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Hundred years ago |
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To Build Houses |
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For their god |
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No longer |
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We want to be silent |
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Away with |
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Christianity |
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Not to be suppressed |
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Any longer |
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To live our life |
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In freedom again |
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Hear my Voice, |
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Follow us |
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Do not Forget |
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Where we came from |
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Hear my voice |
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Stand up and fight |
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Free our land |
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Don't be afraid |
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Later this night |
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Enough was said |
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And tendency |
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Becomes more omitted |
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With poisoned words |
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Kilian and his followers |
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From Ireland they came |
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To destroy what was built |
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By our ancestors |
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Hundred years ago |
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To Build Houses |
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For their god |
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No longer |
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We want to be silent |
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Away with |
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Christianity |
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Not to be suppressed |
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Any longer |
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To live our life |
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In freedom again |
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Our Journey ends |
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We open out |
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In the morning |
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To leave this place |
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Through the Forests on |
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The old pathways |
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Rivers left on the way |
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Down to the valley |
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Which I know |
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Back to civilisation |
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Back to the old fields village |
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Remembering last night |
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Mystic lands of magic forests |
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I've show you |
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To recover the old way |
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Together, in that night |
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Let us remember |
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Our pagan tribes |
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Gathered at the campfire |
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To listen to |
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A Wolfchant |
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From the Mountain Side |
