All is wrong, all is right,
All is in the grass, signal of darkness,
All is black, all is white,
All excluded by the moonlight madness.
Strong scents burn the air,
Exotic taste for eternity,
From the trees the wolf glares,
Glowing eyes to infinity.
The rain falls on the fire,
We deliver our souls to the Goddess,
We build up inside our desire,
As we lose our consciousness.
And the words lost,
The children slaved,
We welcome the Summer Solstice,
And dare the powers never faced.
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