On each summer solstice we weave the great iron
tie Between the past, the present, the future of
our tribe The older tell us the wars from the past
In the embered shining of the flames And we listen
to their words like the young wolves of a pack
Nothing is more personal, now than the songs,
Whispered by the spirits of our ancestors.

What can a few souls which burn in the mighty sun
of the solstice Against the despair that our
modern world raises in our hearts?

But testify of what used to be, to be actual, to
emphasize on our traditions To ensure that future
is maybe not condemned...

Communion in the shining light of our fires and in
the recovered sun Symphony of our pagan souls with
mother earth Presence of the culture of European
nations Living in osmosis with the eternal cycles
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/3QNof life We were just a fistful, one day we will be
an army Nights in Europe will be red because of
our solstice's fires Which will enlighten the
millions of children with pagan hearts Who will
bring the light of their hope to the ancient gods
We're the seed carried through the ages We wear
the eternal fire, we are the sons of mother earth

The sun will rise again

What can a few men lost in the great night with
their torches, But set the world on fire and awake
honour and true values? Keep on the fight for our
identity with proud stresses The sun will come
with us in the fight for the revival of our tribes
We are the seeds carried by the forest's wind Lost
in the sickening mists of our modern times The
flame mus still burn into our hearts We will wear
it 'till eternity...