The seasons have turned, the sun is back again The long nights are over, we have reached the serpent's end Forget this new God, let the old ones be reborn We'll hang him on a tree, and crown him with thorns Our king's beneath a hill, an army by his side They wait with sword and shield, ready to rise Our queen is in the moon, the stars and the sky From a blood red mouth comes a sigh They said the child was mad, or must be telling lies For deep in the forest she saw a god with one eye