Festival
CYCLOPEAN WALLS Lyrics

There is snow on the ground
The ground is covered in snow

And the valleys are cold
The valleys are also cold

And a midnight profound
It is a deep and dark midnight

Blackly squats o'er the wold
The darkness seems to rest over the vast-open unoccupied space

But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of
Nevertheless, there is still a faint glimmer of a light at the hilltops that gives an idea of

Feastings unhallowed and old
It might be an old and unholy festival happening up there

There is death in the clouds
The clouds bring a feeling of demise

There is fear in the night
Nighttime itself sparks terror

For the dead in their shrouds
The people in their graves

Hail the sun's turning flight
Celebrate the sun's journey

And chant wild in the woods as they dance
The dead people sing and dance crazily in the forest

Round a Yule-altar fungous and white
They do it around a white and strange-looking Yule-altar

To no gale of Earth's kind
The wind blowing in the forest is not like an earthly wind

Sways the forest of oak
The forest of oak moves but in a different way

Where the thick boughs entwined
The branches of trees entangle with each other

By mad mistletoes choke
And are choked by some wild mistletoe

For these powers are the powers of the dark
The powers at work are rather dark

From the graves of the lost Druid-folk
But they emerge from the graves of the ancient Druid people

And mayst thou to such deeds
You should also participate in such activities

Be an abbot and priest
In fact, be a leader and a guide to others involved in the festivities

Singing cannibal greeds
Sing and chant about cannibalistic desires

At each devil-wrought feast
And do it at every devil-inspired occasion

And to all the incredulous world
In fact, show the sign of the beast to the unbelieving world

Shewing dimly the sign of the beast
Briefly show them the marks of the evil one