Текст песни Hin Onde - language of woods

Came the long winter`s cold and told it`s tale to me
Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moon
Blew the wind with it`s mystifying whispers
Swaying firs compiling secret words
For those with a mind to know

Ancient phares within the treetops
The language of the ages old
Spells never buried, the bard eternal,
The spirit of woodland sings it`s wisdom, spreads it`s magical might
And luckless lands of north reveal their secret forth