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 Fl
