As the rose did nearly wither
The five ones might have failed
Then hearts would turn to iron
And gradual night‘d prevail
Fear did wrap the land
The mighty mourning bells are stirred
And northern winds carry their screams
To a place they‘ll never be heard
Beneath a moonless sky
Within the candles light
Runestones whitnessed a thousand years
Archaic rites
Of taken lifes
Let the circle be the gate!
Secret rhymes
A parchment full of signs
Written in the book, so long ago
Gives mortal power to the ones defiled
Withered life
Becomes revived
Let the circle be... the gate!
Als des Nordwinds schaurig Flüstern
Hüllt wie Schatten ein mein Herz
Kälte längst erfror‘ner Tränen
Welch entrissen mir mit Schmerz
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando Judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
As the clouds divide
And starlight falls
On sacred grounds
The eternal call
Now see the light
As the druids rise
To the one that has been born
With the hidden mark of the unicorn
As sigh of those who descent from
royal blood
For thou shalt ride, do never rest
And search the beast that
keeps the magic chest
Unleash the secret that slumbers
In the dark
Reveal the hidden mark!
As the moons last rays
Slowly fade away
Where the peeks meet the
sky horizon is in flames
Clouded seas and gusty trees
Let the circle be the gate
At the awaking of the sun
The ritual is done
Another place, another time
The galleon will rise again
The druids‘ bane slumbers again
Let the circle be the gate
Als des Nordwinds schaurig Flüstern
Hüllt wie Schatten ein mein Herz
Kälte längst erfror‘ner Tränen
Welch entrissen mir mit Schmerz
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando Judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus
As the clouds divide
And starlight falls
On sacred grounds
The eternal call
Now see the light
As the druids rise.