Und took they thy children for there to bleed,
For the sign of the harvest hath come to keep.
As ash of fire - their soul doth flee,
Alth the hands that mark thee upon thence eve!

Prance they, Prance they! bound them well,
Und cast their hearts to the hearthing flame,
That blessed moon shouldst find them promise,
That hautwith watching shouldst spare them appease.

As came they by number to the altar,
Upon the forest of fallen leaves,
For the morrow shall penance their souls be offered,
For their sins the night of All Hallow's Eve.