The seidman climbs a tree
finds there the earth's old pain,
cuts it down in autumn's peace,
cuts out its heart with scissors.
The oak's leaves fall to the ground,
the seidman the spirits call!
The oak's leaves fall to the earth,
the seidman's sorcerers troll!
The onion is laid down in linen cloth,
holy oak tree spirit.
The seidman secures the peace of the world;< br/>fertility, solar power in the hand!
The oak leaves to the ground fall,
the seidman the spirits call!
The oak leaves to the earth fall,
the seidman wizards troll!
There is the burning power of the sun;
there is the fertile ocean of the earth;
in the mighty shaft of the seidman;
in the spirited rod of the dragon.