The Golden Age

Torn by sacred trees
Place on the white stone
By the oldest man of her people
Here is where we come to pray
The smell of blood and smoke
It spreads through the forest
A thousand horns sound
In salute to the new king

In the eyes of the druids
A sacred fire burns eternally.
He can see inside the woods,
The golden age over this land.

For over a thousand years
The gods had protected us
Our mother gave us animals
With forests and sacred rivers.

Ancestral towers beyond the forest,
The pillars of the universe
The pantheon of the oldest gods
Which now rest in their golden thrones

Threatened by the arrival of the invader
More than one
Thousand sons of Nur gave their lives
To defend the great sacred temples
That someday will arise in the light of gods,
That someday will arise



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Ries, Rasa Serra
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