Remember!

This place of heathen divinity

Dying and withered
Defiled, it's meaning


This old sacred place
About to be forgotten
This place where our

Ancestors gathered

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The wind still whispers our forefathers' chants
The ground still trampled by their dance


This place of heathen divinity
What it has given, and what is it's meaning
The Markstone of our past

On the edge of oblivion

Tell our ancient tales

As long as they can be told
Before the passage of time takes it's toll


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The old ways forgotten

Foreign beliefs adopted
But forever, remember
Who we are and what led us here


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