In circle of grass when moonlight's flash
She dances in her rites
Lust of her nature shines in her eyes
Her breasts dance in rites
Secrets of her might her erotic dance
Sleep in her rites
Eternal forest with eldest trees
Hail to her rites

Mist like storm is roaring
It's time for her to fly
She calls her wildest trance
To carry her hands away tonight

Among ancient lakes among ancient trees
Carreses me in rites
Healing my wounds burning my lust
By embers of her rites
Her white silk skin her velvet eyes
Shines in her own rites
Upon the mist lake I whisper her name
Drowning in her rites

Mist like storm is roaring
It's time for her to fly
She calls her wildest trance
To carry her hands away tonight