Season's Change (solstice) Lyrics - Ancient Rites

Torches to guide the way 

To walk the misty paths 

The forest seems like a shelter 

On this cold winter night 

A huge fire is reflecting shadows 

Of youth and old age 

As the open place is reached 

And the elderly take their seats 

This is the night of the season's change 

And a new fire shall be lit 

A silent moment to remember the deceased 

(The way our ancestors did) 

Season's change 

Season's change 

Traditional music containing the soul of a people 

On this cold winter night 

Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient 

As if the son of God never arrived 

Memories subconsciously always present 

Vague visions of past centuries 

This is the night! When season's change 

This is the night! When season's change 

The trees seem to whisper their names 

The wind is full of a thousand voices 

As if summoned from the past 

Though no words are needed 

A tribe will never die! 

Memories subconsciously always present 

Vague visions of past centuries 

Appearing in the mind 

Images of times we may have never lived 

Yet oh so present, so divine! 

This is the night when season's change