Lyrics Wounds of the Past - Khors

Wounds of the Past

The old wood remembers the past greatness of ancestors
Ancient barrows — wounds of great battles
Eternally towering above the ground
Bringing up to life power and pride
The fiery sun of dusk disappears behind the wood
The frightened birds become silent
Only sculptures of ancient gods stately stand on the hill
As if the memory of the past
Roots of trees grabbing the soul
Reveiling memories of ancient battles
Great victories and terrible deaths
Above the ancient wood a raven is spinning around
Symbol of wisdom and pride
Ancient monuments of the past
Symbols of eternity and pride