The snowfall over the forsaken landscapes
Silently fell amongst the trees

In desolation the skyline looks down on
A land lost in time

The oaks stood grand in their disposition
A pathway shrouded in snow

...and hidden in this vast wilderness
Monuments of stone

The pillars of the forgotten
The tomb of many spirits left behind

I was abandoned
Left in this cold silence
Alone but the crows who have died
The spirit of this forest will live forever

Forlorn are these landscapes
Infinte silence

This sacred circle on which the druids went
To communicate to immortal souls

Family and deities are all alive
In the spirit world, bound by death

The druids passed into this world
Reunited with friends and allies

...and the secret fell into oblivion
Never to be found

The pillars of the forgotten
The realm of many spirits for eternity

Forlorn are these landscapes
Infinte silence
Echoes from the otherworld
Now unheard by this earth