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Moon chants… toward the goddess of (the) night

Moon chants… from (the) altar of fire

Moon chants… from my profane corpse

Moon chants… moon, moon, goddess moon.

In the center a flint nailed in the soil

The man that drank the moon

The black fires that harass the world

The remote word that touches the hearts

The bloodstained mountain is the serpent’s palace

The spears shine to bright rather opaque

From the last star of the night

Receive us with the incense smoke.

Light blind the night

The yellow smoke threats

In the path of the golden dawn

Crimson crystals, thunder

Oh goddess moon.

The dawn of the unknown.