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In the whirls of time,<br />turning their eyes<br />toward the shadowy monumental<br />symbols of the past,<br />following the lines up to the places,<br />where power and mystery reign<br />some people raised many stones to the sun<br />in their imposing silence.<br />A warm wind is blowing in my face<br />melting the ice of death.<br />Burnt alive victims around the cromlec?h<br />in honour of my immortality.<br />Crucified on The Oak.<br />My blood is trickling down it<br />no light in this church made of trees<br />some men in white are chanting their song<br />to the altar of Cernunnos.<br />Crucified on The Oak.<br />Oh you, God of Moon,<br />sanctify this magis ritual.<br />In my heart there?s the power of glory,<br />in my eyes the shine of the sword.<br />Oh you, God of Death, rescue me from this fear,<br />I will be your messenger,<br />rescue me from this light.<br />Oh Mother Darkness, receive the son of cruelty and wisdom.<br />Crucified on The Oak, in honour of Esus.<br />The earth is imbued with the blood of my God?s enemies<br />and from flames a battle-cry is madly risen.<br />Far away the death-song is going on with the crossing of the swords.<br />The fog is hiding our temples made of stones<br />and the Gods are silently waiting for the event.<br />The bloody encounter between our Pagan Devotion and the only god.<br />Ruins around The Oak.<br />Corpses in oblivion.<br />Sealed up by the light of reason.<br />Oh, cursed mortals, which is the right way?
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In the whirls of time,<br />turning their eyes<br />toward the shadowy monumental<br />symbols of the past,<br />following the lines up to the places,<br />where power and mystery reign<br />some people raised many stones to the sun<br />in their imposing silence.<br />A warm wind is blowing in my face<br />melting the ice of death.<br />Burnt alive victims around the cromlec?h<br />in honour of my immortality.<br />Crucified on The Oak.<br />My blood is trickling down it<br />no light in this church made of trees<br />some men in white are chanting their song<br />to the altar of Cernunnos.<br />Crucified on The Oak.<br />Oh you, God of Moon,<br />sanctify this magis ritual.<br />In my heart there?s the power of glory,<br />in my eyes the shine of the sword.<br />Oh you, God of Death, rescue me from this fear,<br />I will be your messenger,<br />rescue me from this light.<br />Oh Mother Darkness, receive the son of cruelty and wisdom.<br />Crucified on The Oak, in honour of Esus.<br />The earth is imbued with the blood of my God?s enemies<br />and from flames a battle-cry is madly risen.<br />Far away the death-song is going on with the crossing of the swords.<br />The fog is hiding our temples made of stones<br />and the Gods are silently waiting for the event.<br />The bloody encounter between our Pagan Devotion and the only god.<br />Ruins around The Oak.<br />Corpses in oblivion.<br />Sealed up by the light of reason.<br />Oh, cursed mortals, which is the right way?
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