Winter Ceremony - Mirzadeh

Calm lake of lapplander

Rough holy mountain.

First-born to the nother rock,

To the victimstone of people came from south.

Scream loud the bloodsong,

The sweet sonata for ancient gods.

The knife inseaces the flesh

Inviting the children of black moon to get their share.

Slowly little heart beats out the liquid of life…

With silent cry ends the life of the newborn,

To the stone life of litle one.

To the coldness of the winter

Chills the body of harmless son.

To the darkness of the night

Melts red victims blood.