The Rite of Kraka - Ereb Altor

The new full moon is on the rise

It’s the night before the meeting

The knife is cold in my hand

As I read my galders silently within

The night of fertility is here

The shadow of the hawthorn devoured

By the night as I prepare

Clouded full moon painting the sky

Relentless it stands

The towering stone of Kraka

A circle of fires burn this night

Naked bodies in the flickering light

An orgy of lust

A theatre of flesh

Born by earth, water, fire and blood

Naked flesh in the flickering light

A blot in the night for new life to come

They carry me up on the hill

They place me on the stone so old

Two goats hanging upside down

Above the stone of Kraka

The rite of Kraka

My voice is clear as ice:

«For the first you must walk through earth»

And they naked will crawl on the ground

«For the second you must walk through water»

And the naked will enter the cold brook

Until their hair will follow the stream

«For the third you must walk through fire»

And the naked will run through the fires of Kraka

My knife slits the throats of the goats as I silently repeat my galders

The blood of the two goats in two streams on each side of the stone

The naked must complete nine circles around the stone

And lick the blood of the goats nine times

An orgy of lust

A theatre of flesh

Born by earth, water, fire and blood

Naked flesh in the flickering light

A blot in the night for new life to come