Letra de Kingdom Of The Wolf

In the forest beyond forests In the pillared halls of majestic pine trees Where man has yet to set foot Upon the fair verdure of the ground To where but the wild beasts Of the barren north know the way And the ancient cawing of the raven Resounds clearly over forest-clad wilderness There, in the ancient woods of Småland The magnificent fir trees in their thousand By the clear waters of the mountain lake And the warlike roar of the stream In the midst of the Nordic Wastelands its magical interior In the heart of misty realms its pitch-dark chambers I found myself there, in the forest beyond forests Sitting at the foot of the worthy mountain I found myself surrounded By nature’s own high mass Yes, continually and wanting nothing The forest’s own sanctus rang out Irrevocably over misty, endless mire In reverence from the tranquil stronghold of the grove In the forests beyond forests The wind of rapture was shown to me In the tranquil woodland of the North I could discern the land beyond bitterness In the midst of the Northern Wastelands I worship in the hidden kingdom of the wolf In the heart of misty realms In awe before the Creator of all that is