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] whitnessed a thousand years
Archaic rites
Of taken lifes
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
sign 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