Opera Ix - Fronds Of The Ancient Walnut Lyrics

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Feel the breeze on my face

The icy breath of the goddess.

I raise my hand and touch the illusion.

My mind is powerful and my ego is high

As the mountain in front of me.

Clouds run fast and silence comes

From the fronds of the ancient walnut:

No scents no odors no sounds no laments;

The cold vanishes...

I get all the colors all around me

And i see the enchanting dance of the branches:

It is the walnut calling the witches

It is our dream voyaging through the aethyr.

What was not becomes reality.

I am the deer running to the sabbath!

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I am the crow which observes the silence!

I am the craftsman of myself...

Therefore i praise the horned and the great mother!

And where the wind blows at the mercy of the oneiric

It is the touch of the world's spirits

Which enhances my magic.

Mind's spreading faint voices chant at the moon

The silvering light of levanah penetrates the unconscious

And revives the ancient knowledge.

I take flight the dance is over.

Now we are the deer returning from the sabbath!

Now we are the crow which contemplated the silence!

Now we are the craftsmen of ourselves...

Therefore we praise the horned and the great mother!

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