Slaol, shooting red fire sphere, lower!
Let Lahanna arise, your rejected bride
Jelous of your followers, envious of your powers
You, giver of light and life, let the darkness in
The world of Death!
Oh Lahanna distributor of death, your winter will never end
Your army of darkness will kill all traitors and bring you their souls
Satisfy thee!

For you we'll erect a sacred temple of death
It's rocks as your wish will always be dirty of fresh blood,
The blood of children worshippers of Slaol
The maidens will consacrate sweet melodies to your beauty,
Men will fight for you, to have your favour and your grace

Oh Lahanna, goddes of the Moon, your winter will never end
Your army of darkness will kill all traitors and bring you their souls
Relish them!

Your temple, Stonehenge, will be dreadful for men and women
Slaol, the bastard, bringer of life shall kneel to your power
Stonehenge, the centre of the world, will be your abode,
Your damnations will dispell all the desecrators

We hail thee, oh Lahanna, goddes of death
Your winter will never end