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Cold morning and shy shadows

The red sun stuck in branches

Wrapped with smoke of logs afire

To the whisper of forest brook

Crimson coals will cover with ash

Visions whirl – dreams alive

And hoarse cry's broken out

With heat, frost and tremble.

Wild song will crash out in choirs

Where fonts steam

The nightingales keep silent there

And wine will inebriate heads

Every circle of a wheel condemns

Like a rack to the everlasting pain

We twist the capstan, pouring water

For the devil to come

The golden horde with hellish dance

Calms down the gust of sinful flesh

Raising hands to starry skies

Round dances flash among the fires.

At the hour of blooming May

Like reverie, like fright

Walpurgis-night slowly melts

Above the Witch circle dies.

With no power to resist the call

Clothes are torn to shreds

Blood will flow in familiar affluxes

When the day will be dawning

And burnt from end to end

Light will be spread upon skies

Delusion lets up scattering it's track

In minds of the spellbound ones.

The golden horde with hellish dance

Calms down the gust of sinful flesh

Raising hands to starry skies

Round dances flash among the fires.

At the hour of blooming May

Like reverie, like fright

Walpurgis-night slowly melts

Above the Witch circle dies.