Upon the moor and the mountainside
We meet before the dawn
From barren shores to the tumuli
The old religion lives on

At the sunrise
The stones and stars align
Light up the fires
'Cause old gods never die

Oh, well, they say that Jerusalem
Was built on English ground
But from the tor to the sunken fen
We stand on heathen land

At the sunrise
The stones and stars align
Light up the fires
'Cause old gods never die

Old gods never die
So to the peak we climb
Holding torches high
We keep the flame alive

At the sunrise
The stones and stars align
At the sunrise
The stones and stars align
Light up the fires
'Cause old gods never die, never die