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A silent lake under eagles wings
Reflecting sky and mountains high
Its 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 circles
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 sacred 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
Still so many secrets
And so many tales untold remain
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
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
(This is their lives, the place) Knowing the threats in a world of regrets by the soothing of spirits they try (This is the same)
(So close, natural powers) Keep the white death away, saving harvest and hay, let the tempest of demons pass by (a land that no one could tame)
(This is their lives, the place) The lying of world of regrets by the soothing of spirits they try (This is the same)
(So close, natural powers) Keep the white death away, saving harvest and hay, let the tempest of demons pass by (a land that no one could tame)
(This is their lives, the place) The lying of world of regrets by the soothing of spirits they try (This is the same)
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