Through the mist, the drums begin to pound
Calling forth the spirits from underground
In the heart of the ancient wood, we gather tonight
Under the pale moon's eerie light
Whispers of spirits in the trees surround
As we mark the sacred ground
In the forest of ghosts, where shadows reign
We call to the gods, in Fire and Flame
Through the darkness, our voices Rise
Old beliefs, in blood baptized
The runes are carved, the circle is drawn
We honor the old ways, before the dawn
With the wolves, we chant, with the wind, we howl
Summoning powers from the sacred prowl
In the forest of ghosts, where shadows reign
We call to the gods, in Fire and Flame
Through the darkness, our voices Rise
Old beliefs, in blood baptized
In the forest of ghosts, where shadows reign
We call to the gods, in Fire and Flame
Through the darkness, our voices Rise
Old beliefs, in blood baptized
As the embers die, the spirits remain
Our bond with the forest, forever sustained.