Paroles de Withering Past

Remember! This place of heathen divinity Dying and withered Defiled, its meaning This old sacred place About to be forgotten This place where our Ancestors gathered The wind still whispers our forefathers' chants The ground still trampled by their dance This place of heathen divinity What it has given, and what is its meaning The markstone of our past On the edge of oblivion Tell our ancient tales As long as they can be told Before the passage of time takes its toll The old ways forgotten Foreign beliefs adopted But forever, remember Who we are and what led us here