Текст (слова) песни: Opera IX - Fronds Of The Ancient Walnut

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!
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!

Другие песни Opera IX:

Act I: The First Seal
Act II: Beyond the Black Diamond Gates
Act III: Carnal Delights In the Vortex Of Evil
Act IV: Congressus Cum Daemone
Act VI: The Sixth Seal
Anphisbena
Battle Cry
Cimmeries
Forgotten Gods
Fronds Of The Ancient Walnut
Immortal Chant
In Hoc Signo Sanguinis
In The Dark I Found the Reflection of the Hidden Mirrors
In The Raven`s Eye
In The Sixth Tower
Maleventum
Many Moons Ago
Muscaria
My Devotion
One Road to Asa Bay (Bathory cover)
Princess Of The Ancient
The Naked And The Dance
The Oak
Under The Sign Of The Red Dragon
Unearthed Arcana