| Solitary and imposing the sacred tree wait the spirit’s circle
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| Night receive the silvery lightning star
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| Take my hand, brother! |
| And give it to a sister as we can close the spirit circle
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| High parfumes spill in the air, celebrating again the time wheel
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| The great golden serpent wrap again his throne
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| Here his royal look meet his opposite, two visages facing themselves in the
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| eternal fight for
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| Equilibrium
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| From his wooden throne the black goat of the woods wait his dismemberment as a
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| rites for a
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| Continous fertility
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| The nine knights surround the sacred enclosure, carefull guardians from the
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| profane eyes
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| The virgins dance following the way of the mother
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| For the ancestral rite give again gift of continuity at his nation,
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| his ancient nation
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| Who have protected his cult for centuries
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| Fires shines in the dark night and the torches accompany the whirling dances as
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| a serpent that wrap
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| His pray
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| Take my hand brother and give it to a sister, for we are the sacred circle of
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| the spirits
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| Protector and guardians of the ancient knowledge
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| And turn your voice to thunder, because this night the mother will unite with
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| the god
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| And we’ll have a new life and a new king
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| The light of the fires shine on the Anphisbena, that is the millenary lady of
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| the underworld
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| She will welcome the new initiated in the eternal circular dance
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| Magics and maledictions from the stone temples will be able to make nothing
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| against
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| The most ancient wisdom, neither the new knowledge
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| And even in the knights of the cross will cut the sacred tree and will banish
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| the serpent
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| The ancient seed will germ again infusing new roots
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| And a new and imposing tree will rise again under the double golden serpent sign |