A Journey through the heart of Pagans The Dark Ancient comes to life Rising moon summons his worshippers As the black fog comes down They are dancing around the fire Souls unite for the aim Something is awakening In the utmost mystic lands Winds blow colder as to be completed with the overcast sky Scatter but bright stars are as though a friend of them My Past, My Soul, is yours, with you Under the ground, over the sky To be around the fire, to feel the eternity I’ll pass the highly mountains over
