| In this holiest of seasons, twelve nights betwixt the years
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| The silence of winter is all-consuming
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| Our homesteads lie sleeping the old folks are watchful
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| Gruesome tales of corn-demons (to forewarn) the young
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| Over the mountain, to the hidden temple
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| Where the pillar of flames shall be summoned by the priest
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| On through the biting frost and the wind-driven snow
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| A belling of stags echoes in the woods
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| In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await
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| To invoke the rebirth of the sun
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| From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire
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| To conquer the cold
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| The rites of Yuletide defying the times
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| The virgin-born child
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| Sol, Sol Invictus
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| Shining Guardian of the west
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| In saecula saeculorum
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| Conquer with fire and with faith
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| A solemn pilgrimage through nightclad wintry woods
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| Ghosts of winter screaming to lure us all astray
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| Neolithic magick, wisdom without words
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| Bloodbound memories pierce the gossamer veils of time
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| In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await
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| And summer shall (fall on) our soil
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| From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire to conquer the cold
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| The rites of Yuletide defying the times
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| The virgin-born child
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| Sol, Sol Invictus — Shining Guardian of the west
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| In saecula saeculorum — Conquer with fire and with faith
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| Blood-sacrifice for the three-fold goddess
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| Summon the Goat with a Thousand Young
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| Mithras Invictus Jesus Christus
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| Fire brings cleansing, fertility through death
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| Mummers rage through snow covered villages
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| Reaping the souls of the careless and young
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| Domina Perahta grant us good harvest
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| In barter for the blood of one third of our youth
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| The sunwheels are rolling, the hillside‘s on fire
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| From Albion to Attica old Europe‘s ablaze
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| Unbroken tradition, neolithic bloodline
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| The Horned God approaches, the chanting now fades
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| Il dyi ei ischturien. |
| Ei ven ad esser sarain.
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| Ei ven freid. |
| Dieus mora!
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| At the standing stones the scythe will set him free
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| Bound to the oak, the Kingpriest‘s life for our creed
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| A crown of mistletoe, reborn for all to see
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| For a new year, in a red dawn, as the new sun
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| Sol, Sol Invictus
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| Invincible sun of the west
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| In saecula saeculorum
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| Conquer with fire and with faith
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| From Attica‘s green pastures to Albion‘s white shores
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| From Thule‘s boiling geysers to the walls of Hagar Q‘im
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| Beneath the fragile crust of this modern age of reason
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| A darker world lies waiting, primordial and pure
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| Hidden in the shades from ratio‘s great pondering
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| to rise when the stars are right
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| Sol, Sol Invictus
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| Lightbringer of the dreaming west
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| In saecula saeculorum
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| Conquer with fire and with faith |