Druids Dwell

In the ancient day of the Celtic civilization,

In the sacred place where the Druids dwelled

Was the Altar of Sacrifice to the Lords of Evil,

Where the Gods of Darkness, Cold, and Death

Sat on Their thrones and payed tribute to Their Ruler.

And in the depths under the earth,

In His realm of fire and pain and torture,

The Devil lived with His servants of torment,

Demons and witches and gargoyle warriors

Eager to fulfill His smallest demand.

On Midsummer's Eve when the Black Mass is held,

And the spirits worship their King,

A supernatural fear covers the impious sanctum

And a shadowy mist hovers over the earth.

It is then that the evil cults are observed

And the Latin prayers are chanted towards Hell.

And the incantations of the shrouded priest,

With his unseen face and grotesque form,

Are filled with horror and a compelling force

That the living cannot endure

And every part of their bodies break

And their only hope is the God of Heaven

To bring His light, His warmth, His presence,

And destroy the inexplicable rites of the slaves of Satan,

Of Lucifer, their unholy Father.

For God alone can reveal this mystery

Of the burial place of the goodness of Man.

And God is awakened and all His host

And the storm begins for dawn is coming

And the Universe trembles and is filled with awe

And man beholds the fight of the Kings.

In the ancient day of the Celtic civilization,

In the sacred place where the Druids dwelled.