Holy night! Holy night!

Holy night! Holy night!

Star-enclosed sky-peace!

Everything that light divided

is connected;

all wounds

bleed sweetly in evening's red glow.

Bjelbog's spear, Bjelbog's spear

sinks into the heart of the drunken Earth,

which, with a blissful gesture,

dips a rose

in the womb

of dark desires.

Demure bride, demure bride!

Hide your sweet shame

when the wedding goblet's fullness

is poured out;

thus flows,

into the lustful night, day!