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