I met a bard in the forest,
he sang me songs of woes and mystery,
he said: time is up for you and your kind,
you did neglect the divine order for too long
now comes your judgment day.

In the silence I saw
the ways of old were lost ...

I met a bard in the forest,
he told me a wisdom harsh and blunt
he said: you need to live as a stranger,
and learn to love it's black-birds and pines
this was your country, once -
its forests are yours now ...

In the silence I saw
the ways of old were lost ...

I bet the bard in the forest was right
I am a stranger here and without home
hence I need to love this forest
when all has fallen to ashes
still this forest is so vast
may God give me shelter in hard times.