Brotherhood

In sacred groves where ancient whispers breathe,

Underneath the sky where stars weave their wreath,

Brothers stand as spirits intertwined,

Bound by earth, by fire, by water, and wind combined.

Through seasons’ dance and nature’s sacred lore,

They walk the paths their ancestors swore,

In rituals deep where the old gods sing,

Brotherhood blooms in the heart of spring.

With hands that craft and hearts that defend,

They share the magic, a bond without end,

A circle formed in the moon’s soft light,

In shadows of oak, in dawn’s first sight.

Not blood alone, but spirit made strong,

In chants and fires, in ancient song,

Four elements and one soul aligned,

Brotherhood in paganism, by the divine defined.

Together they stand, both fierce and free,

Guardians of earth, sky, and sea,

In every ritual, every rite,

They kindle the flame of sacred light.