SIGNS CARVED IN STONE

Black clouds lies over the dark forests
Dreary centenary oaks rustle in the wind
On olden stones of sacred mound
Ravens sits voicelessly
They're messengers of Velins land

Sacred fire under oak burns in night
Stones sink in moss and slowly wane
Signs carved in them

Signs carved in stone…

But with a morning's fog
Nine priests ascend the sacred mound
Beside the stones they stand
And ancient ritual has begun

Spirit of Fire, take our offerings
Let wreath of smoke reach the sky
Don't turn away your blessing
Pērkon, old God of forefathers
Let the next generations to understand
Signs forsaken by us

Let us raise again
The banners adorned with thunder crosses
Let us carry on the kin that perishes
And proudly uplift our hanged heads
And let our power never again leave us

Pērkon, give us a power!