歌手:Opera IX
专辑:《Sacro Culto》

Feel the breeze on my facethe icy breath of the
Goddess.I raise my hand and touch the illusion.
My mind is powerful and my
Ego is highas the mountain in front of me.
Clouds run fast and silence comesfrom the
Fronds of the
Ancient Walnut:no scents, no odors, no sounds, no laments;the cold vanishes...
I get all the colors all around meand
I see the enchanting dance of the branches:it is the
Walnut calling the witches,it is our dream voyaging through the aethyr.
What was not becomes reality.
I am the deer running to the
Sabbath!I am the crow which observes the silence!
I am the craftsman of myself...therefore
I praise the
Horned and the
Great Mother!
And where the wind blows, at the mercy of the oneiric,it is the touch of the world's spiritswhich enhances my magic.
Mind's spreading, faint voices chant at the moon,the silvering light of
Levanah penetrates the unconsciousand revives the
Ancient Knowledge.
I take flight, the dance is over.
Now we are the deer returning from the
Sabbath!Now we are the crow which contemplated the silence!
Now we are the craftsmen of ourselves...therefore we praise the
Horned and the
Great Mother!