Echoes from the Forests of Old Lyrics

High a mounain standing tall, invites to holy halls
And figures in the night, o, so blurry yet so bright
The fire of the soul keeps burning as we crawl
Through deep woods in our sight we aim for unseen hights

The moon stood high and the fog arose
From the glades and hills so tall
Our torches led us through the night
And forgotten paths unfolded
Unfolded

From battles worn yet standing strong
Our aim so clear in sight
We were marching on the stony roads
Our forebears left behind
Behind

Through roots and woods
And the thick dark moors
And mountains steep and tall
Past the old wise stones
Through the heart of the forest
Where a tawny owl would call
We were fighting on
Until the day dawned bright
And the morning shun so light
Past the stars of old
Over hills untold
And through deep dark woods at night