1. Howling Wind | Lyrics

Coronatus - Howling Wind

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!

Choir:

Mystic currents flow round the circle,

Faint glow, slight buzz, soft pulsing meadow