The Druid Ritual of Oak - Elvenking

Autumn has arrived, leaves are gone, the sky’s in flames

A crimson red is brushing the valley brightest light

I remember my Novembers, ancient rites throughout the fog

A magic melancholia surrounded all the plains

A manifest of winds, the forces of the earth

Darkness laid the curtain against the mighty oak

Figures hooded in the shades in front of braziers aflame

My childhood eyes have witnessed the ritual rebirth

A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries

The druids chant a strange lullaby

The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky

Are we are ready to die?

Forgive me father for all that I have sinned

For all the times I tried to be a follower within

Forgive me mother, sweet earth where I have lived

The beauty I’ve mantled, the pureness of your kin

We all hail the moon gathering on its sixth day

Turn every barren one fertile as our mother

With golden sickles we raise eyes to the sky and pray

Cure every poison and take care of all our brothers

Come and dance with us the dances of the witch

I dreamt the white druid’s voice whispering the words

The mistletoe, the sickle, the big Valonia oaks

From that day on my knowledge opened up to a new itch

A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries

The druids chant a strange lullaby

The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky

Are we are ready to die?

Forgive me father for all that I have sinned

For all the times I tried to be a follower within

Forgive me mother, sweet earth where I have lived

The beauty I’ve mantled, the pureness of your kin