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