One man rode the way through the woods Down to Asa bay Where dragon ships had sailed to sea More times than one could say To see with own eyes the wonder
I'm the encounter dance I'm the chain dance I'm the blending of darkness and light I lead the snake's circle in the thirteen moon's night I give my blood
Under the moonlight, bitter falls a tear over the face of memories. Oh, shining blade! Cut my flesh, so that be the Sacred Fire nourished by my vital
I am the grey conqueror, he who's come by cold and storm The grey wolf called by the full moon, and the snarling beast hidden in the cold mist Brother
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The final battle is near to be We've collected all the heroes And thousand men with us... Our time is at the end But our seed will return one day This
In the whirls of time, turning their eyes toward the shadowy monumental symbols of the past, following the lines up to the places, where power and mystery
Far-away echos accompany the dim lights of torches Old and mighty trees twine along the holy way of an ancient procession Simple but obscure songs are
Beyond the valley of the silence along the paths of ancient knowledge led from the dense odours of the wind. You will find yourself in the holy wood consecrated
I raise my eyes at dead of night I hear the silence moulding my body I hear the damp and living ground throbbing I belong to it. I'm the guardian of this
I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face and the branches of the trees are crying in the big empty if this night. Step by step along the shadow path
Consecrate the altar with your symbols This is the night when the breeze will rekindles the sacred fire and when the Sacred stones will sing your new
The fresh humidity of the green moss wets my skin, my body laying down, as it suits to who adores a god, over the sacred stones of the Cromlec'h. Our
Circle within circle Towards the warm heart of the earth Circle within circle Falling Falling inside my wideness I opened wide the doors of the underworld
Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to
The sacred fire burns in the stone circle In the centre of the all I'm waiting for the guardian Powerful thunders rumble in the air And lightnings herald
Překlad: Opera IX. Jedním z Road To Asa Bay [Kryt Bathory].
Překlad: Opera IX. Anphisbena.