The Naked And The Dance
The fresh humidity of the green moss wets my skin
My body laying down, as it suits to who adores a God
Over the sacred stones of the Cromlec-h
Our bodies clinging each other
What is of the One becomes of the Many
The incense smoke dances with the candles flames
Attracting the celebrants astral energies
The choral worshipping of the Black Goddess raises from our minds
What is of the Many becomes of the One
The sacred wine shall fill the cup which turned was in the goatish horn
The fertile lips shall kiss the rod which life and shape took from the walnut
An the Nine shall come at the beginning of the dance
The naked feet shall caress Sheela Na Gog
The naked bodies moistened by woods breath
The naked minds dancing in the air
And the shrewd spirits, by sacred fire inebriated, shall turn to whirl
And once more the Great Spiral shall be Tregenda
One and seven to celebrate the thirteen fullnesses of Levanah
Who of ancient memory made arcane magic mortal
Simple melodies by her who guides vibrated
Enchantements of witches for millenniums hand down
Bodies like veils fluttering to paint the Great Dance
Offered to the sky as a tribute of the soul drag into oblivion
May I rejoin the stars, free my astral
Embrace Knowledge and in the All regenerate myself now beast now man
Till to reborn from the effluviums of my ethereal spirit God I Myself
God among Gods
Deserving of my devotion and of my passion!
Sacrifical victim for those who welcome me
Heir and part of the All