Be the Witches
Dive into the deepest forest,
Seven nights in full moonlight.
You will find the market of witches who sell love,
Swap your soul for a little potion.
Who knows more of those old spells that sleep the sorrows.
Who knows potions to forget the pain
If witchcraft can cure anything
You can find it at night.
After centuries of waiting
Rooted in the shadow of the same darkness
Woke up at night looking to go back
Between his Magic, and lust and spells of love
They shine their hidden rites of gloomy passion
Your eyes are true stars that twinkle in the night
Her skin is soft and beautiful like honey of flowers
They fly in the dark and it's love
His only true love.
They are the midwives of the fairies and spirits of the forest
His holiness and his sacred duality
They sleep under the graves of lying men
Harvesting the mandragora that cries at night
With their black dresses, they go dancing in the moonlight
Before made up with perfumed blood and roses spirit
The breeze of the twilight would revive its inner flame open like flower
Of all the sexes meet in the gale
At the foot of the mountain, they dance nonstop
Nudes in the rivers between the dark prairies
At midnight her open legs let in the light of love
On the edge of the bonfire, they invoke the passion
They say goodbye to mortality tied hands
They welcome the eternity between the ecstasy
The love of a fallen God and the dawn.
Naked we will dance, Dressed in love, blood, and sweat
From the fire, souls are born and the dead are revived
The devil as one who gets to dance
All to the compassion of a God who fills us with love
Blood baths lick our skin
Lambs and goats dance on the water of the river
Drops of tears quench thirst
The souls of burned witches incarnate at the stake
And their figures dance in the fire of love
Among Flowers dying from a gloomy garden
Black roses are born with scents of liquor
On the wooden tombs make their beds
Spirits who blaspheme drowning their faith and their pain
Buying witches eternity and love.
An eternal feast that repeats itself every night without end.
Between oaks and willows, a forest god makes his throne
With his olive crown and feasting his lust
with calf are the witches by their penetrating love without pain.
Amanos stronger, Goodbye sir, cries the witches
Sweet nectar of aromatic blood, fluids, and some pain.
Come with us to the dark, In a sweet way to die.
To die without convictions, to die without rules
Reliving every night before the old faith
Old goddess, old god, regidores of old religions
That rise after dancing, just before dawn
before the decline of the new faith.
God also wanted to come
Come with us if you want to fly, the moon will teach you
And to the rhythm of magic and dance, you will come.
Let pervert your innocence and overturn your secrets
The immortal witches will know everything.
Join the witches in the dark
Die in the salty taste of pain
And reborn every night in the sweet aroma of love
Always together, Always strong, Always beautiful
As goddesses are reborn, witches and wizards every night without sleep.
You will be witches, you will be woods, you will be the wind and you will be immortal.
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