Hon gav mig en glimt av Lokeshem
Det namn jag valt på min plats
Spirits of the forest
Names whispering in the old forest
Secret, dark, sacred, wild
Hidden footsteps in the moss
In silence, a fire is burning
In Our Hearts, magic is still alive
Walk under the tree and find your home
Your name is whispered
Magisk kram
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