Do you feel this place, do you feel this power?
Omnipresent is the might of the ancestors
Eternal was the time with no man in view
To perceive the power of this place
The holy oak, mighty old and proud, lives
As long as it bears the ancestral spirits.
The old long-forgotten lore
Lives on and heals the wounds of nowadays
Mysterious sights and visions
Expand your mind, you’re freed, aren’t you? (X2)
Voices never die down, the wind blows through the oaken leaves
Old is the story which the oak tells
Every old boulder bestows its power
Do you see the long-forgotten might of this place?
Do you feel this place, do you feel this power?
Omnipresent is the might of the ancestors
The old long-forgotten lore
Lives on and heals the wounds of nowadays
Mysterious sights and visions
Expand your mind, you’re freed, aren’t you? (X2)