In wide lands, wrapped in snownWe walk through the mistnAll the way up tonAn Old Fields MountainnA Mountain made of StonesnThis Mountain is just one ofnMany secrets of this placenWhere an ancient forest is grownnCome on, follow menThrough GadretanLet me tell younThe ancient tales of my homennMystic lands of magic forestsnI show younTo recover the old waynTogether, in that nightnLet us remembernOur pagan tribesnGathered at the campfirenTo listen to a WolfchantnFrom the Mountain SidennWith poisoned wordsnKilian and his followersnFrom Ireland they camenTo destroy what was builtnBy our ancestorsnHundred years agonTo Build HousesnFor their godnnNo longernWe want to be silentnAway withnChristianitynNot to be suppressednAny longernTo live our lifenIn freedom againnnHear my Voice,nFollow usnDo not ForgetnWhere we came fromnHear my voicenStand up and fightnFree our landnDon’t be afraidnLater this nightnEnough was saidnAnd tendencynBecomes more omittednnWith poisoned wordsnKilian and his followersnFrom Ireland they camenTo destroy what was builtnBy our ancestorsnHundred years agonTo Build HousesnFor their godnnNo longernWe want to be silentnAway withnChristianitynNot to be suppressednAny longernTo live our lifenIn freedom againnnOur Journey endsnWe open outnIn the morningnTo leave this placenThrough the Forests onnThe old pathwaysnRivers left on the waynDown to the valleynWhich I knownBack to civilisationnBack to the old fields villagenRemembering last nightnnMystic lands of magic forestsnI’ve show younTo recover the old waynnTogether, in that nightnLet us remembernOur pagan tribesnGathered at the campfirenTo listen tona WolfchantnFrom the Mountain Side