Freya hear our calls, mother of all that lives  in this sacred forest we gather in your name  to plant the seed of prosper and worship thy forgiveness  that the sacrifice we make may bring life through death    The gift    In the darkest depth of emptiness  our offer is swallowed by the lake  foretell the times that lay ahead  as we bring thee lives that you may take    Glorious are thou signs  make your wisdom ours  unchanged by time  we will harvest all    The procession    Chants are sung of praise  only the bog now will see her face  slowly followers move on  in time merely the lake will hear her song