Howling Wind - Coronatus

Wind is howling round

Rocks on stony shores

All on this green isle

The standing stones

And ruins here

An ancient call

Of lost souls

Feel the anthem of

Stone Age history

Safed up in these stones

The whispering

Of ancient folks

The echo of their living

Hear the howling wind

Bloming down from the hill

The clouds are running fast

Up in the sky, and still

I am wondering

What would we understand

If we were able

To ever listen to this land

Hear the voices

Of Celtic warriors

Taking over this place

Faint echoes of their battle cries

Are buried in the wind

Such primeval scene

Inundate my heart

When I’m standing here

The stones remain

All silently

The wind just keeps on telling

Feel the howling wind

Touching your soul and skin

The clouds are running fast

Up in the sky, and still

I am wondering

What would we understand

If we were able

To ever listen to this land

Howling, howling winds over this place!

Storm clouds, storm clouds, over the circle!

Lightning, lightning target the stone ring!

Mystic currents flow round the circle

Faint glow, slight buzz, soft pulsing meadow