In a deep and shady forest In forgotten lands A moss-covered stone idol Silently stands It is looking at the four sides Of the world It has not just one face But four The first is the face of a warrior With his sword in hand The second is the face of a half-beast The third is the face of a man With the Sun in his hair The fourth is the face of a lady It's the last of thousands of idols All of them are gone Fallen and destroyed by dark souls They are searching all the time But can't reach that one Cause that place is kept in our hearts Deep inside our souls and our blood We feel and we know who we are Those are not just the faces of Old Gods Those are the faces of us Oh, our Father, oh, the Sun! Let our harvest be rich! Oh, The Lady, our Great Mother Give us children! Oh, The Warrior, help us, please To protect our land! Give us, Father of The Beast Wisdom to understand! Oh, our Father, oh, the Sun! Oh, The Lady, our Great Mother! Oh, The Warrior, God of War! Father of The Beast, raise your horns!