We desire to know how all this begin The druid's knowledge now is just our past But the beltane's fire still burn on our veins We cannot reject our past and our dreams When the flames of beltane shine again on these days Our blood will run stronger then The land prosperity in the hands of our queen When she find again the horned king, horned king, horned king They run in the woods to make the oldest dance The fall of winter rise summer Beltane! Beltane! Your fire light my soul and now I'm waiting again or you Beltane! Beltane! The flames of your fire now is turning on my desire That is the day great beautiful day The both sides raise your head with pride Dance in the fire, ecstasy in the woods Embrance the may queen insanier fly The music is over king, queen around the fire The fire of beltane's calling us Beltane! Beltane! Your fire light my soul and now I'm waiting again or you Beltane! Beltane! The flames of your fire now is turning on my desire