Luyện nghe bài hát Fronds Of The Ancient Walnut

Feel the breeze on my
the icy of the Goddess.
I raise my hand and the illusion.
My mind is and my Ego is high
as the mountain in of me.
Clouds run and silence comes
from the Fronds of the Walnut:
no scents, no odors, no sounds, no
the vanishes...
I get all the all around me
and I see the enchanting of the branches:
it is the Walnut the witches,
it is our voyaging through the aethyr.
What was not reality.
I am the running to the Sabbath!
I am the which observes the silence!
I am the of myself...
I praise the Horned and the Great Mother!
And where the wind blows, at the of the oneiric,
it is the touch of the spirits
enhances my magic.
Mind's spreading, faint voices at the moon,
the silvering light of Levanah the unconscious
and revives the Knowledge.
I take flight, the is over.
Now we are the returning from the Sabbath!
Now we are the crow which the silence!
Now we are the of ourselves...
therefore we praise the and the Great Mother!