A silent lake under eagle's wings
Reflecting sky and mountains high
It's waters hide some mystery
A plate of stone, discovered trace,
leads back to unknown days
See a witness in every pile of stones,
every place where they are standing in cirles
silent witness to the past, to times of old belief
when spirits reigned in the mountains alone
Still so many secrets
And so many tales untold remain
Their life so different to ours
Though the place we live is the same
So close to natural powers
A land that no one could tame
Where the scared spring creates a place benign
You feel fine, perceiving the ghosts of the old days
Still so many secrets
And so many tales untold remain
Their life so different to ours
Though the place we live is the same
So close to natural powers
A land that no one could tame
Knowing the threats in a world of regrets
By the soothing of spirits they try
Keep the white death away saving harvest and hay
Let the tempest of demons pass by
