Forest of Pagan Memories

Narrative I:
*As I wander to where once my ancestors rode
On a hidden path that time erased
It leads me to the ages of steel
Towards the dark glorious past

…And the golden rays of light shine in the morning mist
Sacred circles of stones covered by rotten leaves
Old scrolls and fragments of swords and shields
Rusty elms covered with slime and blood

The forest whisper… virtues and reason
This is my misty fortress… of pagan memories.

Narrative II:
**As I hear the ghostly chant of generations gone
Gathering the old spirits to sit around the fire
They sing songs about the bravery
To praise the victorious dead

...An austere voice echoes through green trees
Telling wonderful stories from a time long forgotten
When the men’s courage reflected against the shieldwall of enemies
When the dance of shining swords praised the strongest ones.

The forest whisper… virtues and reason
This is my misty fortress… of pagan memories.

An old war vision rises before my eyes
Riding towards our time… claiming in triumph
The deeds of our ancestors enchanting our existence
Guiding our journey… for generations to come.

My eyes behold silently a scene of rage and honour
Echoing in the purest air the sound of steel meeting steel

Narrative III:
***The crimson bloody skies above bring the end of day
…And so I return walking upon the ashes of thousands of funerals