: Far-away echos accompany the dim lights of torches Old and mighty trees twine along the holy way of an ancient procession Simple but obscure songs
: Mark your body with the symbol of agony because I am the truth Bend your head and lower your eyes because my light will shine upon you and will burn
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: My name is no-one and a thousand, but the old sages crowned me Queen Mother I am the breath you can hear among the leaves of the trees My sap emerges
: Shining in darkness the vary eyes of the lord o birds of prey announces the passing of time With his piercing call The thick dark leaves of the forest
: Solitary and imposing the sacred tree wait the spirit's circle Night receive the silvery lightning star Take my hand, brother! And give it to a sister
: [Originally performed by Bathory] One man rode the way through the woods Down to Asa bay Where dragon ships had sailed to sea More times than one
: I'm the encounter dance I'm the chain dance I'm the blending of darkness and light I lead the snake's circle in the thirteen moon's night I give my
: It's the night of shabat The plenilune feast Rise from your mortal sleep and let your astral body glide away With the sacred ointment Plunge into the
: The final battle is near to be We've collected all the heroes And thousand men with us... Our time is at the end But our seed will return one day This
Air, Be the mediators between me and the immaterial beings By Paralda dominated So that I may decipher to roar of the wind Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas
: Through the eyes of the raven I saw the rain falling on the world The entire nature bending Under the vehemence of the furious wind That was the time
: So the vision began And a mighty wind shook the roots of the nine worlds. The great wolf of the night roused And a deep slash cracked open the primordial
: Circle within circle Towards the warm heart of the earth Circle within circle Falling Falling inside my wideness I opened wide the doors of the underworld
: Impotently at the end of an era we assist As a last rampart we protect the ancient wisdom Our valour multiply our blades But this is not enough Falsehood
: Dark and forgotten the times of these writings Timeless stones shape the walls of this site Arcane and powerful symbols traced on them May the moon
: Dancing flames reflect a purple light Dyeing the room with a mysterious stillness Wrapped in the ineoriating haze of the fumed incense We were sitting
: I am the grey conqueror, he who's come by cold and storm The grey wolf called by the full moon, and the snarling beast hidden in the cold mist Brother
