Velatum

A silent lake under eagle's wings

Reflecting sky and mountains high

Its waters hide some mystery

A plate of stone discovered trace

Leads back to unknown days

See a witness in every pile of stones

Every place where they are standing in circles

Silent witness to the past, to times of old belief

When spirits reigned in the mountains alone

Still so many secrets

And so many tales untold remain

Their life so different to ours

Though the place we live is the same

So close to natural powers

A land that no one could tame

Where the sacred spring creates a place benign

You feel fine, perceiving the ghosts of the old days

Knowing the threats in a world of regrets

By the soothing of spirits they try

Keep the white death away saving harvest and hay

Let the tempest of demons pass by