Freya hear our calls, mother of all that lives In this sacred forest we gather in your name To plant the seed of prosper and worship thy forgiveness That the sacrifice we make may bring life through d**h The gift In the darkest depth of emptiness Our offer is swallowed by the lake Foretell the times that lay ahead
As we bring thee lives that you may take Glorious are thou signs Make your wisdom ours Unchanged by time We will harvest all The procession Chants are sung of praise Only the bog now will see her face Slowly followers move on In time merely the lake will hear her song