Nostalgia For the Dark Age

When I enter the ancient woods

I can feel the echoes in the wind

The sound of clattering steel

And the war cry of the pagan warriors

The painful screams of christians who yelled

When swords penetrate their flesh

The bloody swords where sparkling

Under the light of the moon

I still feel the echo of melancholy

Nostalgia for the ancient battlefields

The sound of clattering steel

And the war cry of the pagan warriors