Anphisbena

Solitary and imposing
The sacred tree wait the spirit's circle
Night receive the silvery lightning star
Take my hand, brother!
And give it to a sister
As we can close the spirit circle

High parfumes spill in the air,
celebrating again the time wheel

The great golden serpent
Wrap again his throne
Here his royal look
Meet his opposite,
Two visages facing themselves in the eternal
Fight for equilibrium

From his wooden throne
The black goat of the woods wait
His dismemberment
As a rites for a continous fertility

The nine knights
Surround the sacred enclosure, Careful guardians from the
Profane eyes
The virgins dance
Following the way of the mother

For the ancestral rite give again
Gift of continuity at his nation,
His ancient nation
Who have protected his cult
For centuries

Fires shines in the dark night
And the torches
As a serpent that wrap
His prey

Take my hand, brother!
And give it to a sister,
For we are the sacred circle
Of the spirits

Protector and guardians of the ancient knowledge
And turn your voice to thunder,
Because this night the mother
Will unite with the god

And we'll have a new life
And a new king

The light of the fires shine on the Anphisbena,
That is the millenary lady of the underworld

In the eternal circular dance
Magics and maledictions from the stone temples
Will be able to make nothing against
The most ancient wisdom,
Neither the new knowledge
And even in the knights of the cross
Will cut the sacred tree and will banish the serpent

The ancient seed will germ again
Infusing new roots

And a new
And imposing tree
Will rise again
Under the double
Golden serpent
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