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We invoke our gods beneath the sacred trees and the taranis flame

Mistic light guide our way and grant us the power to face the romans

The flight of birds has spoken to the seer

The sacred grove shall hold the ritual

Taranis, esus, toutatis

Wheel-god, woodman, protector

Pure girls come forth willingly

Immolated, hanged and drowned, the threefold death

Arcane magic world

We feed our gods beneath the sacred trees and the taranis flame

Mistic light guide our way and grant us the power to face the romans

Taranis, esus, toutatis

Wheel-god, woodman, protector

The girls convulse in pain

Unveiling the future unknown

We hear our gods beneath the sacred trees and the taranis flame:

"Favoured tribes fear no more and

Fight here with arcane power the romans"

"Et quibus inmitis placatur sanguine diro teutates horrensque

Feris altaribus esus et taranis scythicae non mitior ara dianae"

"Et quibus inmitis placatur sanguine diro teutates horrensque

Feris altaribus esus et taranis scythicae non mitior ara dianae"