The boats are on the shore,
Like every year.
We are ready to leave,
To the sacred ilsand.
All the clan is coming,
It's a holy day,
A happy day!
The great sun is shining over us!
On the Summer Island,
We are celebrating the great mysteries,
Of life and death.
The gods are pleased by the blood of an unpure!
The feast is finished,
The drums starting to beat,
The women are dancing,
We're all dancing...
Great ecstasy,
Great visions...
The slaved is slayed!
The blood flow all over the rocks by the sea!
The gods are pleased,
On the Summer Island!
The next crops,
Will feed the Clan!
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