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 !!!"
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