Текст песни Ritual (Folked Up Remix) - Skeptik

A village underground never see the sun
Burrowing and tunneling below all the soil
Leading to a covenant of creatures of fantasy
Only in the dark do they venture to the surface in the wild
Running with the wolves and nocturnal beasts
Gathering ingredients to bring forth an ancient one
Moving in the shadows as they sing to the universe
Filling up a cauldron of black with the recipe they live from

Stirring of the pot will soon be underway
As everything is put into the center of a boiling broth
The conjuring and toiling of a specimen so curious
Resulting in creation of a strange elixir
Tampering the formulaic recipe
The process of perfecting it has carried on for centuries
And many generations of the paranormal entity
Have put into it all the magic of their bloodline

They sing a dark hymnal as they work under the stars

Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
Blood that beats and blood still gone
Down the river of the ancients
River of the yet to be, river of eternity

Time is of the essence as the hour′s approaching
And the summoning will soon begin and bring an ancient deity
Into the center of a pentagram upon the ground
And will then rejuvenate the spirit hiding in the wilderness
Cauldron is emptied, fermented drink
Poured into the goblets of all who surround the flame
Chanting grows in volume as slowly
Intoxication reaches to the mind of the hidden race
Only in this state can the brain allow
Visions of protectors of the trees to be understood
So with nothing holding and reserving prejudgment
The wooden creature towering erupts
From the depths of the midnight soil

They sing a dark hymnal as they work under the stars

Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
Blood that beats and blood still gone
Down the river of the ancients
River of the yet to be, river of eternity

And now shadows crawl
Over branches, dirt and all
As the entity begins to rise
Autumn equinox

Its legs: trunks of trees
Arms of branches
Hair of leaves
Blackened eyes that see through
Veils of virtue, piercing through the soul

To the river, slow
Drinking from the undertow
Quenching thirst abound for ages
As it stretches to begin

Soon it shall observe
All the creatures of this world
And will bring completion
Of recurring ancient prophecy

Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
Blood that beats and blood still gone
Down the river of the ancients
River of the yet to be, river of eternity

Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
Blood that beats and blood still gone
Down the river of the ancients
River of the yet to be, river of eternity

Tears of joy and tears of sorrow
Blood that beats and blood still gone
Down the river of the ancients
River of the yet to be, river of eternity