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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

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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

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The old ways forgotten

Foreign beliefs adopted

But forever, remember

Who we are and what led us here

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