Folkvang - Mystery of Old dalszöveg

From native place
A force was raised.
It lasted long,
Once almost died.
A dozen of souls
Created the World
Of strange old songs
And trips so far.

They drove away
Then coming back.
And hurrying time
Couldn't hear the thread.

Today the trees
And some green fields
Keep mystery
Of old legend.

Memories always be there
Your voices are young in them.
The tree at crossroads will bloom again
And starlight path will bring souls back.