It was one of those days
when we sat around the fire that kept us warm
It was one of those days
when we lived with the forest that fed us all
The stones, the runic inscriptions
are memories of an uncivilized epoch
It was one of those days
when we built a house of wood and stone
It was one of those
days when we worshipped the night and the unknown
The graves, the wooden houses
can you feel the spirit in its might
the spirit is a memory from the epoch that died
Oh. how I long to get back to the times
when the forest still covered our land
All those dreams are memories from the epoch that died
all those forests are glimpses of the past
Hear the calls from ancient relics
and feel the spirit in its might
It was one of those days
when we made a boot out of a log
It was one of these days
when we shaped our silver directly from the hammer
Our faith were coming from the deepest of ourselves
and our fears were ruled by the natural powers
Oh. how I long to get back to the times
when the forest still covered our land
All those dreams are memories from the epoch that died
all those forests are glimpses of the past
Hear the calls from ancient relics
and feel the spirit in its might, the epoch that died
