The fresh humidity of the green moss wets my skin,
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my body laying down, as it suits to who adores a god,
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over the sacred stones of the Cromlec¡¯h.
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Our bodies clinging each other,
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what is of the One becomes of the Many.
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The incense smoke dances with the candles flames
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attracting the celebrants astral energies.
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The choral worshipping of the Black Goddess raises from our minds,
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what is of the Many becomes of the One.
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The sacred wine shall fill the cup which turned was in the goatish horn,
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the fertile lips shall kiss the rod which life and shape took from the
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walnut.
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An the Nine shall come at the beginning of the dance,
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the naked feet shall caress Sheela Na Gog,
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the naked bodies moistened by wood¡¯s breath,
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the naked minds dancing in the air,
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and the shrewd spirits, by sacred fire inebriated, shall turn to whirl,
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and once more the Great Spiral shall be Tregenda
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one and seven to celebrate the thirteen fullnesses of Levanah,
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who of ancient memory made arcane magic mortal.
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Simple melodies by ¡°Her Who guides¡± vibrated,
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enchantements of witches for millenniums hand down,
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bodies like veils fluttering to paint the Great Dance
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offered to the sky as a tribute of the soul drag into oblivion.
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May I rejoin the stars, free my astral,
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embrace Knowledge and in the All regenerate myself now beast now man,
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till to reborn from the effluviums of my ethereal spirit God I Myself,
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God among Gods,
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deserving of my devotion and of my passion!
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Sacrifical victim for those who welcome me
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heir and part of the All.
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The Naked And The Dance
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| Opera Ix |
