Sing we of a Mystery
Now as long ago
Blood-red holly berry
Blood upon the snow
Oak King shall rise
The Waxing Year to bring
Therefore bid we farewell
To the Holly King
Now in deep midwinter
All seems in a trance
Comes the golden Oak King
In His age-old dance
Comes He to slay
Yet honor He does bring
To His fallen brother
The darksome Holly King
In the bright midsummer
The Year Wheels turned around
Then shall be the Oak Kings
Blood upon the ground
Ever it comes
Once more the Years Waning
Then shall be victorious
The darksome Holly King
Sing we of a Mystery
Now as long ago
Blood-red holly berry
Blood upon the snow
Oak King shall rise
The Waxing Year to bring
Therefore bid we farewell
To the Holly King