The Druid Ritual of Oak

Autumn has arrives, leaves are gone, the sky's in flames

A crimson red is brushing the valley brightest light

I remember my Novembers, ancient rites throughout the fog

A magic melancholia surrounded all the plains

A manifest of winds, the forces of the Earth

Darkness laid the curtain against the mighty oak

Figures hooded in the shades on front of braziers aflame

My childhood eyes have witnessed the ritual rebirth

A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries

The druids chant a strange lullaby

The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky

Are we ready to die?

Forgive me Father for all that i have sinned

For all the times I tried to be a follower within

Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived

The Beauty that I've mantled, the pureness of our kin

We all hail the Moon gathering on its Sixht Day

Turn every barren one fertile as our Mother

With Golden Sicles we raise eyes to the sky and pray

Cure every poison and take care of all our Brothers

Come and dance with us the dances of the witch

I dreamt the white druid's voice whispering the words

The mistletoe, the sickle, the big Valonia Oaks

From that day on my knowledge opened up to a new itch

A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries

The druids chant a strange lullaby

The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky

Are we ready to die?

Forgive me Father for all that i have sinned

For all the times I tried to be a follower within

Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived

The Beauty that I've mantled, the pureness of our kin