Brothers and sisters,
gather around the table!
A chalice we have to raise
to a god of an unknown faith.

The one born under a star
now joins our company.
He eats all yield of the festive table
and declares himself our savior.

Who did arrange the celebration of their holy
always on the days of our feasts?

And again and again they dare speak of us as blasphemers!

Drunkards never step out of the door,
observing masters alone taking turns.
For every passing day in human life
is followed by an endless dark of night.

Into a wolf's dream
we soon may fall again...

Pagan Feast Lyrics

MOONSORROW