As the rose did nearly wither The five ones might have failed Then hearts would turn to iron And gradual night´d prevail Fear did wrap the land The mighty mourning bells are stirred And northern winds carry their screams To a place they´ll never be heard Beneath a moonless sky Within the candles light Runestones whitnessed a thousand years Archaic rites Of taken lifes Let the circle be the gate! Secret rhymes A parchment full of signs Written in the book, so long ago Gives mortal power to the ones defiled Withered life Becomes revived Let the circle be ... the gate! Als des Nordwinds schauring Flüstern Hüllt wie Schatten ein mein Herz Kälte längst erfror´ner Tränen Welch entrissen mir mit Schmerz Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus Quantus tremor est futurus As the clouds divide Quando Judex est venturus And starlight falls Cuncta stricte discussurus On sacred grounds The eternal call Now see the light As the druids rise To the one that has been born With the hidden mark of the unicorn A sign of those who descent from royal blood For thou shalt ride, do never rest And search the beast that keeps the magic chest Unleash the secret that slumbers in the dark Reveal the hidden mark! As the moons last rays Slowly fade away Where the peeks meet the sky horizon is in flames Clouded seas and gusty trees Let the circle be the gate At the awaking of the sun The ritual is done Another place, another time The galleon will rise again The druids´bane slumbers again Let the circle be …the gate! Als des Nordwinds schaurig Flüstern Hült wie Schatten ein mein Herz Kälte längst erfror´ner Tränen Welch entrissen mir mit Schmerz Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus Quantus tremor est futurus As the clouds divide Quando Judex est venturus And starlight falls Cuncta stricte discussurus On sacred grounds The eternal call Now see the light As the druids rise