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Dark clouds fill the sky, banishing

sunlight to the shadows of the night

And wrathful storm comes,

born of the anger of the gods

From her throne in the mountain,

Taranis strikes the firmament

Unchaining the fury of the thunder

that resounds in the valleys

With December winds came the winter days

Magic and mystic the trees arise like keepers of time

Forgotten in their lonely reigns of silence

Under the frozen moon, the hidden people

comes out in solstice days

From the entrails of the earth, far from profane eyes

And with the snow flakes the tree spirits dance

Caressing the cold air of the winter nights

Secret eyes watch from the oaks

Today is the sacrifice; the magic blood will feed the gods

Under the druid's dagger the children

of the earth celebrate their rites

Which offends God's eyes in blasphemy

Between the hills sunlight dies slowly and the

darkness of the night are victorious

Now it rules the white spirit that fills

everything with his frozen cloak

Mystic and magic open his gates to the everlasting realm

When snow falls in the forest

In cold winter days