The Lowlands I call my home, land of swamps and rivers rolltowards the sea of North.
Through lands of magic roam, lands of Nether, lands of Holle,
fields flat where wraiths of mist move forth,
to where the black earth turns to sand,
to heather and gentle hills, where giants formed the land.
Land of forests rich of lore and tale
and many voice of old be hailed
From this soil my people cameand in this soil remain
I’m a simple man with a simple name in a land that many tried to tame
I live in the wooded hills and heath of Vale Ouwe, Veluwe to some
Amongst the sacred mounds of life and the dead
It’s where my ancestors rest and lay their head
It’s wheremy heart belongsand where my soul is from.
Hi, my name is Martijn de Vos. I am from the Netherlands and I’m the owner…
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