Dragon's Lair (Cosmic Flames And Four Barbaric Seasons)
Where the magic stream flows
Through the shining woods
Blue grass of wisdom grows
Around the oaken roots
Where golden dragons fly
And the sorcerers gather
Four wooden statues stand
And the fog lays thick
Dreamthrone of amber cosmic source of might
Reflection of wisdom, power of the darkside
Ceremonial steel drinks the blood
Painting pearls and gold
Mystic flames burn bright
Around the oaken lord...
Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies
From the golden hall of the ancient ones
...The pagan awaits for the equinox...
Cosmic sorcery - the gift of the skies
Magic nature - stronger than your lies
... Stone demigod shines proud...
...The cult of the barbaric seasons
Pagan pride forever
Born todie in honour, not to serve on knees
Snowcovered, wild vastlands
My beloved fatherland...
I see the tears of the oaken one
My heart is like a stone
My sword became sharp
Crosses to break, bodies to dismember
Flowers to burn...