Luyện nghe bài hát The 13th Asbath Celebration

The bitterness was born in a soul the Atame sacrifice,
the "Book Of Shadows" is opened, waiting
for the full-moon's arrival - we're the thirteenth Asbath.
I lift my eyes, I at the moonrise,
the Goddess of the takes my gifts.
You to us through your immortality,
us to the true craft.
Give us the power, give us the understanding.
I draw the circle by my baton,
and the skull of the on its top starts to light.
Oh Moon, the mother!
Protectress of our destinies and intensions.
Fly up and light our deeds by limpid light.
Thrust your sharp into the Earth.
We're absorbing the full-moon - this is the thirteen Asbath.
Let the blood of the sacrificed into your heart.
The bowels in the priestess hands are filled water -
chaos that symbolizes the Moon and by it.
Oh, Moon, the great mother, absorbing your power -
this is the Asbath.
Naked our we gash in the long-lasting dance,
goung around the repeatedly against the moving of the sun.
The nature is and delighting -
celebrating the thirteen Asbath.
Marble give us the power.
Our bodies are stewing and draught is ready.
Our is unbreakable, we're embraced by the only ecstasy.
The wine runs through our and our joy is gifted to darkness.
On the tops, on the tops of the trees -
everywhere you is the Great our Mother - Moon.