We are gathered now, in a circle, in the forest The chants begin, the night has fallen The prisioner is prepared, and so are we To offer his blood, to offer his life Through our blades, to the Gods. With no resistance, I bleed the man The sacrifice is done by my hand I honor my self and the dying one too As my sword, to his body goes through I raise my weapon in celebration The wind sings, in a Pagan blessing...