Luyện nghe bài hát The Naked And The Dance

The fresh humidity of the moss wets my skin,
my body laying down, as it suits to who a god,
the sacred stones of the Cromlec'h.
Our bodies each other,
is of the One becomes of the Many.
The incense dances with the candles flames
attracting the astral energies.
The choral of the Black Goddess raises from our minds,
is of the Many becomes of the One.
The sacred shall fill the cup which turned was in the goatish horn,
the fertile lips shall kiss the rod which life and shape from the
walnut.
An the Nine come at the beginning of the dance,
the feet shall caress Sheela Na Gog,
the naked bodies by wood's breath,
the naked dancing in the air,
and the shrewd spirits, by fire inebriated, shall turn to whirl,
and once more the Great Spiral shall be
one and seven to the thirteen fullnesses of Levanah,
who of memory made arcane magic mortal.
Simple by Her Who guides vibrated,
enchantements of witches for millenniums down,
bodies like veils fluttering to paint the Great
offered to the sky as a tribute of the soul into oblivion.
May I the stars, free my astral,
embrace Knowledge and in the All regenerate now beast now man,
till to reborn the effluviums of my ethereal spirit God I Myself,
God Gods,
of my devotion and of my passion!
Sacrifical for those who welcome me
and part of the All.