|
In the dark corners of the night, by the shadows of the trees |
|
Where the fire comes alive fed by wood, straw and wind |
|
In the middle of the night, when the wolves are howling loud |
|
Follow us right to the gathering while making your torch shine |
|
Like hymns of war, our voices will be heard |
|
The moon will be witness of an oath |
|
We keep the hidden spot for the meeting |
|
This way we honour our forefathers |
|
By us their pride is kept alive |
|
A pact signed with blood |
|
[chorus:] |
|
The bonfire alliance the night has come, the time is ours |
|
The bonfire alliance shining flames for the mighty Pagans |
|
The bonfire alliance the night has come over the Highlands |
|
The bonfire alliance brotherhood around the bonfire |
|
Craving the stone while being only a child |
|
Looking through bushes and thorns |
|
How people felt compelled to come |
|
To share and give away their gifts |
|
Making the horns blow up |
|
Naked souls and free spirits |
|
Hearing the call of the wind |
|
[chorus] |
