Dance Of Druids

Old stones by the sun will be lighted
Summer’s longest day will begin
We’ll 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
We’re making better our beautiful ground
Our native land spilling enemy’s 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

“We’re there… we’re 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
It’s time to glorify the crop
Let’s fade everything we needn’t
And ask the win in future war!”

When spirits of the forest are dancing near the fire
The twilight will come to us from horizon’s line
The silence has enveloped the loudest someone’s crying
And summer’s 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
We’ve sent in battle not one thousand
Their names by ice wind have been scribed

No more our land will be another’s
Our wish is enemy’s 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 we’re standing
While in the bowl is impious blood of a christian girl