Spoken Intro] “Far beyond the cities… in the forests of northern Sweden… people have told the same stories for centuries.” “They speak of the Vittra… the Hidden Ones.” “In Nordic folklore, especially in northern Sweden and among the Sámi people, the Vittra are believed to live beneath the earth, inside the mountains and deep within the ancient forests.” “They have their own homes… their own cattle… their own roads.” “Most people never see them.” “But many believe… the Vittra always see you.” “So if you hear a bell where no cattle graze… if footprints appear in untouched snow… or if the forest suddenly falls silent…” “Walk with respect.” “Because you may already be standing in their world.” ⸻ Verse 1 The pines were older than memory. The river carried stories no book could ever hold. Grandfather stopped beside a stone. He took off his hat. He whispered, “Never mock the forest. Someone is listening.” He left a piece of bread. Not as an offering. As a greeting. ⸻ Chorus The Vittra… Hidden beneath our footsteps. Living beside us… Without asking to be seen. They know every tree. Every stream. Every forgotten trail. We borrow the forest. They call it home. ⸻ Verse 2 A distant bell echoed through an empty valley. No sheep. No cows. No people. Only mist moving between the birches. An old fence stood alone. Leading nowhere… Or somewhere I was never meant to find. ⸻ Bridge Some laughed. Some believed. Some vanished. The old stories say… If you respect the Hidden Ones, they leave your path untouched. If you don’t… the forest remembers your name. ⸻ Final Chorus The Vittra are still here. Not trapped in legends. Not sleeping in old books. They walk where silence lives. They breathe with the mountains. They watch through the trees. Long before we arrive… Long after we are gone. ⸻ Outro “So if you ever travel through the forests of northern Sweden…” “Walk softly…” “Listen carefully…” “And remember…” “The Hidden Ones may already know your name.”
