Prepare the first born child, cleanse the infant's skin Wrap the child in linen let the sacrifice begin To the plain of adoration to our idol covered in gold The mighty God Crom Cruach, his power we behold. Surrounded by a circle, of standing stones so tall Crom Cruach reaches to the sky, we hear his ancient call Oh old and powerful deity, we are yours to command Guide us in our struggles, and bless this ancient land. We offer you our first born This innocent life so pure Sacrifice in your name So we may long endure. We offer you our first born A blood offering will ensue Protect us Oh Crom Cruach We offer this life to you. Bring the blade to the infants neck, slowly cut the skin Tear open the veins of life – blood flowing from within The child begins to flail, and tries in vein to cry Then calms and becomes silent, soon the child will die. At the feet of Crom Cruach, we leave the infant corpse A vital sacrifice for our land, we offer no remorse We pour the blood on our idol, we smear it on our skin We hear the sound of chanting, from our sacred holy men. We leave the sacred site, as the blood begins to dry Returning to our village, under a blood red sky A prosperous time awaits us, Crom Cruach is appeased No more fear of famine, nor worry of disease.