Gjallarhorn Land of Forgotten 1. Key to the Gates of Ignorance In the depths of the mind hides before beginning wisdom But the cage of progress does not allow it break away You should choose overgrown path To open the Gates of Ignorance And there are no help ones among the people But you are not alone in this world Ask the woods Ask the waters, the winds, the land, the shining flame Ask the gods of the Paganland Where to search the way, Following to the Twilight Forest There, in it's depth search for the bridge of pure energy The bridge of wisdom, taking to the depths of your mind from the origin of One-eyed god's advisor Open your eyes, drink the gulp Breath in, perhaps, at first time Feel the power of the woodlands These are your lands too There is the edge of modernity There is your Key to the Gates 2. Land of Forgotten Standing at the mountainhighs I feel the breathing of the winds I see the clouds, flowing in welkin Crying sunset - I hear this sound The Sun is gone in the valley Rays hide behind the mountains The Moon has risen, but where is light In the darkness of the night? In the darkest place, in the deepest abyss You don't know what you see there Live horror, grim nightmare All what you believe in Black, black nightmare Crying sunset, welkin in blood You walk on the path of the hordes That burnt the hope in our hearts Old woods, keeping the knowledge Clear lakes, the eyes of our souls You see them, crying in Land of Forgotten 3. Pure Winds of the Past Pure winds of the past Dark of todays Uncertainty of future Stream of the time in the mist of reality The book of history is still full of pages Sheets blacken one by one But pages of not came times are pure Pure, like winds of the past Pure winds of the past blow Over the cold mountains I feel it... I feel changes... 4. Dark Lonely Wanderer Again above the field the bird of war circles By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground Raven - dark wanderer, seeker of dartstorm, what you see below? Whether tribute will return to you today? The battles of the past ages have abated for a long time Where all those who appreciated not only life? Where the true servants of the old gods? Long ago the field has turned in wasteland, has forgot the thunder of Odin's weather Only raven have patience to wait for his hour Again above the field the bird of war circles By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground Raven - lonely wanderer, only you still remember old times, Wait for returning of pagan konungs and kings Your circles become wider, and flight - higher But you are still here Above the field the bird of war circles By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground Munin, how long to wait? Is it worth waiting?... (Munin:) — It is worth waiting