Where the magic stream flows  Through the singing woods  Blue grass of wisdom grows  Around the oaken roots...  Where the golden dragons fly  Ant the sorcerers gather  Four wooden statues stand  And the fog lays thick    Dreamthrone of amber  Cosmic source of the might  Reflection of wisdom  Power of the darkside    Ceremonial steel drinks 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  Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies  From the golden hall of the ancient ones  ...The pagans await the equinox  Cosmic sorcery- the gift from the skies  Magic of nature- stronger than your lies  ...Stone DEMIGOD shines proud...  ...the cult of the barbaric seasons...  Pagan pride forever  Born to die 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...