This familiar presence, now drawing near A Pagan dance under the pale Moon I call upon the nether, I call upon my fear Máni gifts me visions of a forgotten tomb Far away in the deep depths of the dark woods Lies the old mound, surrounded by sacred stones Through fire and death, we have withstood I light the pyres and rattle the ritual bones I now feel the gentle touch of the ancient light When they sing the hymn of a thousand winds I continue the forgotten life, this forlorn fight We speak to the stars as our own fires dim