As the rose did nearly wither
 The five ones might have failed
 Then hearts would turn to iron
 And gradual night'd prevail

 Fear did wrap the land
 The mighty mourning bells are stirred
 And northern winds carry their screams
 To a place they'll never be heard

 Beneath a moonless sky
 Within the candles light
 [bad word] witnessed a thousand years
 Archaic rites
 Of taken lives
 Let the circle be the gate!

 Secret rhymes
 parchment full of signs
 Written in the book, so long ago
 Gives mortal power to the ones defiled
 Withered life
 [bad word] revived
 Let the circle be... the gate!

 Als des Nordwinds schaurig Flüstern
 Hüllt wie Schatten ein mein Herz
 Kälte längst erfror'ner Tränen
 Welch entrissen mir mit Schmerz

 Quantus tremor est [bad word] 
 Quando Judex est [bad word] 
 Cuncta stricte [bad word] 

 As the clouds divide
 And starlight falls
 On sacred grounds
 The eternal call
 Now see the light
 As the [bad word] rise

 To the one that has been born
 With the hidden mark of the unicorn
 As sigh of those who descent from
 royal blood

 For thou shalt ride, do never rest
 And search the beast that
 keeps the magic chest
 Unleash the secret that slumbers
 In the dark

 Reveal the hidden mark!

 As the moons last rays
 Slowly fade away
 Where the peeks meet the
 sky horizon is in flames
 Clouded seas and gusty trees
 Let the circle be the gate

 At the awaking of the sun
 The ritual is done
 Another place, another time
 The galleon will rise again
 The [bad word] #39; bane slumbers again
 Let the circle be the gate

 Als des Nordwinds schaurig Flüstern
 Hüllt wie Schatten ein mein Herz
 Kälte längst erfror'ner Tränen
 Welch entrissen mir mit Schmerz

 Quantus tremor est [bad word] 
 Quando Judex est [bad word] 
 Cuncta stricte [bad word] 

 As the clouds divide
 And starlight falls
 On sacred grounds
 The eternal call
 Now see the light
 As the [bad word] rise