| Song | Language of the Woods |
| Artist | Hin Onde |
| Album | Songs of Battle |
| Came the long winter's cold and told it's tale to me | |
| Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moon | |
| Blew the wind with it's mystifying whispers | |
| Swaying firs compiling secret words | |
| For those with a mind to know | |
| Ancient phares within the treetops | |
| The language of the ages old | |
| Spells never buried, the bard eternal, | |
| The spirit of woodland sings it's wisdom, spreads it's magical might | |
| And luckless lands of north reveal their secret forth |