Sacrament of Buyan

Waves are breaking on the rocks

The moonlight is scattered on the water

Night has fallen on the old island

Wrapping the splinter of earth with darkness

The ancient land remembers

Reflections of great battles

The eternal land still keeps

Secrets and ashes of the ancient

Flares of lightnings, peals of thunder,

Abate over wood, letting the light through

And the sun, breaking through the embrace of the gloom

Will warm the Earth, bringing life to her