[Cosmic flames & four barbaric seasons]      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 ...