Where the magic stream flows,

Through the shining woods,

Blue grass of wisdom grows

Around the oaken roots...

Where golden dragons fly

And the sorcerers gather,

Four wooden statues stand

And the fog lays thick

Dreamthrone of amber cosmic source of might,

Reflection of wisdom, Power of the darkside

Ceremonial steel drinks the blood,

Painting pearls and gold

Mystic flames burn bright

Around the oaken lord...

Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies,

From the golden hall of the ancient ones

...The Pagan awaits for the equinox...

Cosmic sorcery - the gift of the skies

Magic nature - stronger than your lies

...Stone demigod shines proud...

...The cult of the barbaric seasons,

Pagan pride forever,

Born todie in honour, not to serve on knees

Snowcovered, wild vastlands -

My beloved fatherland...

I see the tears of the oaken one,

My heart is like a stone,

My sword became sharp -

Crosses to break, bodies to dismember,

Flowers to burn...