The forgotten belief

When the winter snow covers the forests

and when ice covers every lake,

when the whole world seems like it is sleeping,

that is when the forgotten awake.

They are all the old and the wise creatures

you believed in a long time ago,

but the world has lost all its believing

and they all disappeared in the snow.

Show me the place where their fires still burn

high in the nocturnal sky,

show me the place where their magic still lives

and where their eagles still fly...

Bow your head, feel the shame deep inside you,

you deny your roots and your pure heart.

You deny the great kingdom of nature

and your soul will forever be scarred.

The forgotten once have been your brothers,

but your minds have been poisoned with lies.

Maybe one day you will be forgiven

because heathen belief never dies.

Where a true heart lives, a true eye can see

ancient worlds of heathen might;

where a true eye sees, a true man will live

and he will know how to fight...