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