Do Not Baptize My Land

The time will come and the enemy won’t leave this way
So give your blood to drink to our Land’s freedom
Let me drink the wolves' freedom
The night wind, let me drink your heady ale
Let the moonshine be split with fire on the celebration of The Dark Moon Godess
Call me with the wing of the Crow
With the Elve’s flowers
With the wind of the Night!
Each one of us shall drink the cup of fate someday
A flower grows where you spill the blood
And the fairy of spring shall plait it into your diadem
And I’ll be back with the wind of freedom
And I’ll wipe your tears with my lips
Where you spill the blood
Where the sword sang
Where Death danced with Fate
There you should praise The Dark Moon Godess
Don’t baptize my land
Don’t baptize my land…