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Silvan ghosts come with motion of grass,

Underground spirits rush by stinking heat around.

I'm in the Circle. Four quarters of the globe are aflame, showing the pass.

But Essence understands its fear, and the bark is not aground.

I cognize transcendent souls, twilight horns are filled

With soma. The roads are open before me indeed.

The body of mine is the solar temple.

Those who measured hours are not prevailing.

Those who wanted retrospective courses to be assembled...

Very soon my ashes will be brought to water along dawning pathway.

From night darkness I'll come initiated into Mystery of Moon.

Twilight will dissect the flesh for fire everywhere, my fate hangs in the scale.

On spiral stairs I'm coming through the doom.

My mistress of the ferry

Is extending a hand with my heart

To sparks of sacred waves,

My mistress of the ferry

Is burning down the forgotten dreams

And transforming the ashes of them into my Throne.

Моя госпожа ладьи

Тянет руку с сердцем моим

К брызгам священных волн.

Моя госпожа ладьи

Сжигает забытые сны,

А пепел из них превращает в мой Трон.