In the whirls of time

Turning their eyes

Toward the shadowy monumental

Symbols of the past

Following the lines up to the places

Where power and mystery reign

Some people raised many stones to the sun

In their imposing silence

A warm wind is blowing in my face

Melting the ice of death

Burnt alive victims around the cromlec'h

In honour of my immortality

Crucified on The Oak

My blood is trickling down it

No light in this church made of trees

Some men in white are chanting their song

To the altar of Cernunnos

Crucified on The Oak

Oh you, God of Moon

Sanctify this magis ritual

In my heart there's the power of glory

In my eyes the shine of the sword

Oh you, God of Death, rescue me from this fear

I will be your messenger

Rescue me from this light

Oh Mother Darkness, receive the son of cruelty and wisdom

Crucified on The Oak, in honour of Esus

The earth is imbued with the blood of my God's enemies

And from flames a battle-cry is madly risen

Far away the death-song is going on with the crossing of the swords

The fog is hiding our temples made of stones

And the Gods are silently waiting for the event

The bloody encounter between our Pagan Devotion and the only god

Ruins around The Oak

Corpses in oblivion

Sealed up by the light of reason

Oh, cursed mortals, which is the right way?