Grimah Thou Spake The Stone
The stars fall in the depths of thicket
Under the feet roar the roots
The soil absorbs the energy
The matter is reversed and the circle closed
Mysticism is the sacred night of the full moon
Where the mist rises and the stone of destiniy whispers
She shall speak to the wind and the time shall be frozen
The three fir trees sing and dance for the trip of death...
The journey to death!
Circle of branches and fire is shining for the totem
From the magna stone the eternal cult is returned
The sanctuary of time unfolds and rouses as the eagle
The flames of fire reflects on the grand lake burning...
The traces of the past!
Let the Stone of destiny be pronounced...
Be pronounced!
Mystical night of the sacred rite shall last until the sunrise
Circle of branches and fire is inexorable shining for the totem
Magical night of the ascetic rite until the pyres become ashes
And the Stone of the fate shall remain in the everlasting...
Silence!
Thus the Stone of destiny spake...
Proclaimed!
