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Above this land of summers heat and ruthless wintry cold.
Through the seasons of change and customs of old.
Watching the fates and myths untold.
The blaze of the northmost star thousandfold.

A thousand moons around the astral crown.
Each dawn in the scarlet sea shall drown.
A thousand suns circle the brightest light.
A single heavenly torch clears our inmost sight.

Six mystic figures stand inside the sacred circle.
Mighty forces of nature, the dark forest surrounding.
One reason for them gathering here, around the ancient altar.
A single flame of might, the inner fire shining.

Gathered around the sacrificial stone.
The sorcerers chant of this ancestral home.
Marks of the gods carved in the bone.
A single flame of might governs the heavenly dome.

Praising the great nail of the world.
Praising the center of the cosmos.
Praising the upholder of the skies.
For the turning of the heavens the offering now dies.

Greatest gift to the mightiest above.
The cold stone drinks the offering blood.
Only the skull and horns shall remain.
As those of the northstar will disappear.
One by one, from around the stone.
The cult is eternal.
The star is eternal.
Forever follow the sign of the north.

The celestial flame shines afar.
Guiding our way thou great north star.

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