Echoes Of The Olden Fatherland

In the shroud of místy wood
walking alone, embraced by sad mood.
I see the ages that ceased to exist,
disapeared forever – a forgotten myth.

…
the echoes of the old times

I watch the lands of sovereign and might,
where our clans ruled with honesty and pride.
Lands of mighty forests, majestic mountains
forgotten these days but still alive in my heart.

…… I summon them to come back
…… the glory to return

Frozen memories …awakening inside me again
the echoes of those times …I feel the inner strain.

……
the echoes of the past flowing through my mind
hidden in my cells, the memory sweetly hurts
…the call of my olden fatherland
the remembrance of greatness guiding my life
filling me with sorrow, a sense of something lost.
……

Frozen memories …awakening inside me again
the echoes of those times …I feel the inner strain.

Deep inside me I know
I shall be faithfull forever

to those noble feels I will not cease my endeavour. And to the beliefs our ancestors worshiped,
to the wisdom hidden in these thoughts.
The world still waits for the One who shall make them real forever.