The caves became the places of gathering Woods and hills our sacred grounds The moonlight shines the sacred rites As the ancient flames still burning in time
The forest spells the chosen words The words of creation and the words of decease To take the wisdom from the ancient years As I offer my self for the sacred rebirth
Fire rites burn in the misty cold woods The swords raised to the flames And the runes speak the truth : "We will shall prevail !!!"
