[Dedicated to Paul Busson (1873-1924)]
In this holiest of seasons, twelve nights betwixt the years
The silence of winter is all-consuming
Our homesteads lie sleeping the old folks are watchful
Gruesome tales of corn-demons to forewarn the young
Over the mountain, to the hidden temple
Where the pillar of flames shall be summoned by the priest
On through the biting frost and the wind-driven snow
A belling of stags echoes in the woods
In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await
To invoke the rebirth of the sun
From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire
To conquer the cold
The rites of Yuletide defying the times
The virgin-born child
Sol, Sol Invictus
Shining Guardian of the west
In saecula saeculorum
Conquer with fire and with faith
A solemn pilgrimage through nightclad wintry woods
Ghosts of winter screaming to lure us all astray
Neolithic magick, wisdom without words
Bloodbound memories pierce the gossamer veils of time
In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await
And summer shall free our soil
From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire to conquer the cold
The rites of Yuletide defying the times
The virgin-born child
Sol, Sol Invictus - Shining Guardian of the west
In saecula saeculorum - Conquer with fire and with faith
Blood-sacrifice for the three-fold goddess
Summon the Goat with a Thousand Young
Mithras Invictus Jesus Christus
Fire brings cleansing, fertility through death
Mummers rage through snow covered villages
Reaping the souls of the careless and young
Domina Perahta grant us good harvest
In barter for the blood of one third of our youth
The sunwheels are rolling, the hillside"s on fire
From Albion to Attica old Europe"s ablaze
Unbroken tradition, neolithic bloodline
The Horned God approaches, the chanting now fades
Il dyi ei ischturien. Ei ven ad esser sarain.
Ei ven freid. Dieus mora!
At the standing stones the scythe will set him free
Bound to the oak, the Kingpriest"s life for our creed
A crown of mistletoe, reborn for all to see
For a new year, in a red dawn, as the new sun
Sol, Sol Invictus
Invincible sun of the west
In saecula saeculorum
Conquer with fire and with faith
From Attica"s green pastures to Albion"s white shores
From Thule"s boiling geysers to the walls of Hagar Q"im
Beneath the fragile crust of this modern age of reason
A darker world lies waiting, primordial and pure
Hidden in the shades from ratio"s cold pondering
to rise when the stars are right
Sol, Sol Invictus
Lightbringer of the dreaming west
In saecula saeculorum
Conquer with fire and with faith
In this holiest of seasons, twelve nights betwixt the years
The silence of winter is all-consuming
Our homesteads lie sleeping the old folks are watchful
Gruesome tales of corn-demons to forewarn the young
Over the mountain, to the hidden temple
Where the pillar of flames shall be summoned by the priest
On through the biting frost and the wind-driven snow
A belling of stags echoes in the woods
In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await
To invoke the rebirth of the sun
From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire
To conquer the cold
The rites of Yuletide defying the times
The virgin-born child
Sol, Sol Invictus
Shining Guardian of the west
In saecula saeculorum
Conquer with fire and with faith
A solemn pilgrimage through nightclad wintry woods
Ghosts of winter screaming to lure us all astray
Neolithic magick, wisdom without words
Bloodbound memories pierce the gossamer veils of time
In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await
And summer shall free our soil
From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire to conquer the cold
The rites of Yuletide defying the times
The virgin-born child
Sol, Sol Invictus - Shining Guardian of the west
In saecula saeculorum - Conquer with fire and with faith
Blood-sacrifice for the three-fold goddess
Summon the Goat with a Thousand Young
Mithras Invictus Jesus Christus
Fire brings cleansing, fertility through death
Mummers rage through snow covered villages
Reaping the souls of the careless and young
Domina Perahta grant us good harvest
In barter for the blood of one third of our youth
The sunwheels are rolling, the hillside"s on fire
From Albion to Attica old Europe"s ablaze
Unbroken tradition, neolithic bloodline
The Horned God approaches, the chanting now fades
Il dyi ei ischturien. Ei ven ad esser sarain.
Ei ven freid. Dieus mora!
At the standing stones the scythe will set him free
Bound to the oak, the Kingpriest"s life for our creed
A crown of mistletoe, reborn for all to see
For a new year, in a red dawn, as the new sun
Sol, Sol Invictus
Invincible sun of the west
In saecula saeculorum
Conquer with fire and with faith
From Attica"s green pastures to Albion"s white shores
From Thule"s boiling geysers to the walls of Hagar Q"im
Beneath the fragile crust of this modern age of reason
A darker world lies waiting, primordial and pure
Hidden in the shades from ratio"s cold pondering
to rise when the stars are right
Sol, Sol Invictus
Lightbringer of the dreaming west
In saecula saeculorum
Conquer with fire and with faith