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Walpurgis Night
One flake has died last night, the second one appears; I see across my sight, just loss of winter … dear Under my feet the soil burned and water flew; my heart was hit by dreadful drops some time she knew The trees upon my head sent poisoned twigs and warm their flesh, which rapidly killed the coldest fear Wolves that roar in darkness will quake entire nature, though ghosts got stir in night by dancing witches’ venture The dead embrace the living, bonfires are prepared – through veins, the dark is bleeding and all the souls are scared Straight to the hill I follow the grass tied up surreal, which humps the tracks that swallow our souls which cannot deal Just there, beneath the stronghold, we all have reached with thousands; and smoke unfold the secret moon in our barely hands The pagan rites discovered the ecstasy, the fly of good has broadened across the universe away Runes retrieved by Odin will sent us in dimensions of time and space, within some infinite vibrations The Brocken Mountain sleeps, inside his spectre shadows of mystic gods were moved in caves, by foggy meadows The day when Adolf’s death brought fear, he prepared from dimness world the demons … strongly felt unfair We have met together and all started to sing about Walpurga Saint, about the wind of spring The youngest will collect the greeneries and branches, to make the fire hit into the sky in stances The thousands masks and witches will follow straight the whispers, that fell down wild in pieces from cosmic widespread triggers The lavish table’s food, the silver cups; the mind away that mixes – white wine with music … I felt inside today They all spent blissful hours, and drank, and sang, and pray, and jumped in ancient towers, ‘cause feelings won’t betray But dawn in haste appears and perfect night will hide her ropes inside our tears, that died perhaps in pride The elder trees got flowers and breeze their scent has spread, I pass above the birth of spring … leaving straight ahead!!!
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