Wounds of the Past by Khors Lyrics

The old wood remembers the past greatness of ancestors
Ancient barrows - wounds of great battles
Eternally towering above the ground
Bringing up to life power and pride

The fiery sun of dusk disappears behind the wood
The frightened birds become silent
Only sculptures of ancient gods stately stand on the hill
As if the memory of the past

Roots of trees grabbing the soul
Reveiling memories of ancient battles
Great victories and terrible deaths

Above the ancient wood a raven is spinning around
Symbol of wisdom and pride

Ancient monuments of the past
Symbols of eternity and pride