Dark clouds fill the sky, banishing
sunlight to the shadows of the night
And wrathful storm comes,
born of the anger of the gods
From her throne in the mountain,
Taranis strikes the firmament
Unchaining the fury of the thunder
that resounds in the valleys

With December winds came the winter days
Magic and mystic the trees arise like keepers of time
Forgotten in their lonely reigns of silence

Under the frozen moon, the hidden people
comes out in solstice days
From the entrails of the earth, far from profane eyes
And with the snow flakes the tree spirits dance
Caressing the cold air of the winter nights

Secret eyes watch from the oaks
Today is the sacrifice; the magic blood will feed the gods
Under the druid's dagger the children
of the earth celebrate their rites
Which offends God's eyes in blasphemy

Between the hills sunlight dies slowly and the
darkness of the night are victorious
Now it rules the white spirit that fills
everything with his frozen cloak
Mystic and magic open his gates to the everlasting realm
When snow falls in the forest
In cold winter days