Khors 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
