Go out and be victorious! Run with the harts! Fast and strong like the floods
in the spring. Blessed be the feet, which have taken you to this place!

Winters strength is broken - springs new life shall be with you and lead you
to victory. Goddess´life, all the life, blood of the earth spilled from our
mother for her ones.

Life awakes in spring. The harts are chasing through the woods and your life is
hunting them. The king of harts will conquer them! The king of harts, the
horned one - blessed by Ceridwen, shall exult!
Mother save your children! The king of harts must die to protect the life
of your dark son!

Run with the harts!
Run and become the new king!

Goddess, they rushed away, broke through the undergrowth.
The nimble men followed them - but more quiet, they ran on and on.
Running until the heart beats tearingly and the chest seems to explode.
Running until body´s life extinguishes all knowledge and every thougt.
Searching and being searched!

Running with the harts, which flee and the men, who are chasing them -
running with the circulating life of the great sun and the rising waves
of spring, running with the stream of life!

He has won, he has killed - earth is spilled with our mother´s blood!
Earth is spilled with goddess´ blood - he has won!
He will be victorious till world´s end!

But what will happen to the king of harts,
when the young hart has grown up?

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