This is night of solstice
The longest night of year.
Now the darkness triumphs
and still a light remains.
Nature`s breath is suspended.
All waits, all sleeps.
The dark king lives
In every light.
We wait for the dawn
When Mother gives birth to Sun.
In this eternal cycle,
In wich time never stops,
We turn the wheel to hold the light,
We call to sun from the womb of night.