Calm lake of lapplander
Rough holy mountain
First-born to the nother rock,
To the victimstone of people came from south

Scream loud the bloodsong,
The sweet sonata for ancient gods
The knife inseaces the flesh
Inviting the children of black moon to get their share

Slowly little heart beats out the liquid of life

With silent cry ends the life of the newborn,
To the stone life of litle one
To the coldness of the winter
Chills the body of harmless son

To the darkness of the night
Melts red victims blood