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Taken from “A Pagan Storm - Re-Recorded 2024“ - Order the album here: LYRICS: A Wolfchant From The Mountain Side In wide lands, wrapped in snow We walk through the mist All the way up to An Old Fields Mountain A Mountain made of Stones This Mountain is just one of Many secrets of this place Where an ancient forest is grown Come on, follow me Through Gadreta Let me tell you The ancient tales of my home Mystic lands of magic forests I show you To recover the old way Together, in that night Let us remember Our pagan tribes Gathered at the campfire To listen to a Wolfchant From the Mountain Side With poisoned words Kilian and his followers From Ireland they came To destroy what was built By our ancestors Hundred years ago To Build Houses For their god No longer We want to be silent Away with Christianity Not to be suppressed Any longer To live our life In freedom again Hear my Voice, Follow us Do not Forget Where we came from Hear my voice Stand up and fight Free our land Don't be afraid Later this night Enough was said And tendency Becomes more omitted With poisoned words Kilian and his followers From Ireland they came To destroy what was built By our ancestors Hundred years ago To Build Houses For their god No longer We want to be silent Away with Christianity Not to be suppressed Any longer To live our life In freedom again Our Journey ends We open out In the morning To leave this place Through the Forests on The old pathways Rivers left on the way Down to the valley Which I know Back to civilisation Back to the old fields village Remembering last night Mystic lands of magic forests I've show you To recover the old way Together, in that night Let us remember Our pagan tribes Gathered at the campfire To listen to a Wolfchant From the Mountain Side
