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Fire’s warming midnight,

The horde arrives at the mount.

Three crones welcome the One,

With heavy cauldron of blood.

Young maids dance in the smoke,

Welcoming us to the swarm.

Here stands grandfather oak -

This is the place we belong.

Black deers and headless hounds

Gather in the clouds.

Never again

Shall you fear of the dark.

This is where we unite.

Your urge for the endless extase

Night will forgive at last.

Never again

You’ll be lost in regret

This is our guiding light.

Fire’s warming midnight,

The horde arrives at the mount.

Three crones welcome the One,

With heavy cauldron of blood.

Young maids dance in the smoke,

Welcoming us to the swarm.

Here stands grandfather oak.

This is the world we belong.

She takes your hand and flames

Cover your tempted soul.

Never again

Shall your passion stop

Under the walls of denial.

He has caught me with eyes

Asking if I’m alive?

Never again

Shall we hesitate.

Soon we will give our oath.

Welcome call

Of bald mountain

Leads the souls

To arrive.

Welcome death

In your last dream

Opens path

To his realm.