Heed the capercaillies call
premonition of an [bad word] war
Leave behind all that you hold inside

The howls gets stronger, they [bad word] 
Wicked is the atmosphere
Ungodly is the swell
Our bodies explode in [bad word] emotions

Let the beacon fires burn
The night is ours
maternal light illuminates these last moments
Far above the [bad word]  we find and we all return to [bad word]