Where the magic stream flows

Through the singing woods

Blue grass of wisdom grows

Around the oaken roots...

Where the golden dragons fly

Ant the sorcerers gather

Four wooden statues stand

And the fog lays thick



Dreamthrone of amber

Cosmic source of the might

Reflection of wisdom

Power of the darkside



Ceremonial steel drinks 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

Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies

From the golden hall of the ancient ones

...The pagans await the equinox

Cosmic sorcery- the gift from the skies

Magic of nature- stronger than your lies

...Stone DEMIGOD shines proud...

...the cult of the barbaric seasons...

Pagan pride forever

Born to die 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...