Old stones by the sun will be lighted,
Summers longest day will begin.
Well make a sacrifice to remind
The Gods and Goddesses for our win.
The cheerful clang of the sickle is around
Anticipating the pleasure of Gods.
Were making better our beautiful ground,
Our native land spilling enemys blood
Hands to sun we have raised
Fire of hearts and mood of Midsummer is reflecting in our eyes...
Druids gather in glade of the forest,
Silently talking near stone altar
The scoured echo of the oldest stories
Is flying through branches to the Northern stars.
Were there Were staying on our Great land
With bowls full of a glimmer blood
For you, the Gods, our open hearts and
For sun, its arrows through the clouds
Between the elements our freedom
Its time to glorify the crop
Lets fade everything we neednt
And ask the win in future war!
When spirits of the forest are dancing near the fire
The twilight will come to us from horizons line.
The silence has enveloped the loudest someones crying
And summers songs of birds and wind will recall in our mind.
The Gods! Take the gifts from our land
And give the goodwill for our tribe.
Weve sent in battle not one thousand
Their names by ice wind have been scribed
No more our land will be anothers
Our wish is enemys fast death.
The Queen of Hel will waiting for them
When they are gone by icy breath
The northern night is closer; the longest day is ending
Old stones are raying the heat like from entrails of Earth.
And in the middle of the world named Midgard were standing
While in the bowl is impious blood of a christian girl.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
