Luyện nghe bài hát Fronds Of The Ancient Walnut

Feel the on my face
the icy of the Goddess.
I raise my and touch the illusion.
My mind is and my Ego is high
as the in front of me.
Clouds run fast and silence
the Fronds of the Ancient Walnut:
no scents, no odors, no sounds, no
the vanishes...
I get all the colors all me
and I see the dance of the branches:
it is the calling the witches,
it is our dream voyaging 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 blows, at the mercy of the oneiric,
it is the touch of the spirits
enhances my magic.
Mind's spreading, faint voices at the moon,
the light of Levanah penetrates the unconscious
and the Ancient Knowledge.
I flight, the dance is over.
Now we are the deer returning the Sabbath!
Now we are the which contemplated the silence!
Now we are the of ourselves...
we praise the Horned and the Great Mother!