Folklord - Pagan Ritual (A Call To The About Ones)

At night under the full moon
I evoke my ancestrals' strength
I carry with me the strength of a thousand spirits
I feel the southern winds touching my soul
Awakening my primitive instinct
Living in the nature and by the nature
Protected by pagan gods
Honoring a warrior's compromise

At night, riding through the forest
I see lights - i see the red fire
I see beautiful witches chanting songs
It's an important night - it's a sabbat
Ancient spirits are evoked
At a night of respect and contemplation
Naked bodies fire and steel
Magic echoes through the nocturnal mist