Luyện nghe bài hát Fronds Of The Ancient Walnut

Feel the breeze on my
the icy of the Goddess.
I my hand and touch the illusion.
My is powerful and my Ego is high
as the in front of me.
Clouds run fast and silence
from the Fronds of the Ancient
no scents, no odors, no sounds, no
the vanishes...
I get all the colors all me
and I see the enchanting of the branches:
it is the Walnut the witches,
it is our dream voyaging the aethyr.
was not becomes reality.
I am the running to the Sabbath!
I am the crow observes the silence!
I am the of myself...
I praise the Horned and the Great Mother!
And the wind blows, at the mercy of the oneiric,
it is the of the world's spirits
enhances my magic.
Mind's spreading, faint chant at the moon,
the light of Levanah penetrates the unconscious
and the Ancient Knowledge.
I flight, the dance 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 Horned and the Mother!