Woods, bethrothed to mountains,
Withstand the winds of martyrdom.
Under the moon, after feowertiene night of flight,
We descended on thy mountain.
Mother Forest, in thy embrace we have found a shelter.
Woods, bethrothed to mountains,
Withstand the winds of martyrdom.
Under the moon, after feowertiene night of flight,
We descended on thy mountain.
Mother Forest, in thy embrace we have found a shelter.