The new fullmoon is on the rise It's the night before the meeting The knife is cold in my hand As I read my galders silently within The night of fertility is here The shadow of the hawthorne devoured By the night as I prepare Clouded fullmoon painting the sky Relentless it stands The towering stone of Kraka A circle of fires burn this night Naked bodies in the flickering light An orgie of lust A theatre of flesh Born by earth, water, fire and blood Naked flesh in the flickering light A blot in the night for new life to come They carry me up on the hill They place me on the stone so old Two goats hanging upside down Above the stone of Kraka The rite of Kraka My voice is clear as ice "For the first you must walk through earth" And they naked will crawl on the ground "For the second you must walk through water" And the naked will enter the cold brook Until their hair will follow the stream "For the third you must walk through fire" And the naked will run through the fires of Kraka My knife slits the throats of the goats as I silently repeat my galders The blood of the two goats in two streams on each side of the stone The naked must complete nine circles around the stone And lick the blood of the goats nine times An orgie of lust A theatre of flesh Born by earth, water, fire and blood Naked flesh in the flickering light A blot in the night for new life to come