[12:25.00]Feel the breeze on my face
[12:25.00] The icy breath of the goddess.
[12:25.00] I raise my hand and touch the illusion.
[12:25.00] My mind is powerful and my Ego is high
[12:25.00] As the mountain in front of me.
[12:25.00] From the fronds of the ancient walnut:
[12:25.00] No scents, no odors, no sounds, no laments;
[12:25.00] The cold vanishes...
[12:25.00] I get all the colors all around me
[12:25.00] And i see the enchanting dance of the branches:
[12:25.00] It is the walnut calling the witches,
[12:25.00] It is our dream voyaging through the aethyr.
[12:25.00] I am the deer running to the Sabbath!
[12:25.00] I am the crow which observes the silence!
[12:25.00] I am the craftsman of myself...
[12:25.00] Therefore i praise the horned and the great mother!
[12:25.00] And where the wind blows, at the mercy of the oneiric,
[12:25.00] It is the touch of the worldâs spirits
[12:25.00] Which enhances my magic.
[12:25.00] Mindâs spreading, faint voices chant at the moon,
[12:25.00] The silvering light of levanah penetrates the unconscious
[12:25.00] And revives the ancient knowledge.
[12:25.00] I take flight, the dance is over.
[12:25.00] Now we are the deer returning from the Sabbath!
[12:25.00] Now we are the crow which contemplated the silence!
[12:25.00] Now we are the craftsmen of ourselves...
[12:25.00] Therefore we praise the horned and the great mother!