From the distant hills, from the ancient hills Like a silver whip, the river slices Across the plains
Throwing [whitebrush] into the flames, Throwing [arrowroot] into the flames, Over abyss I stand - Gods, oh gods! - how steep the cliff..
Frozen swastika - skyborne, an eagle floats Underwing - howling icy gales I can't see, but I know - he is looking below At the cold, bright flower of my fire's flames
The world crouches, tense, like a stalking wolf It is feeling that which I've known since spring That a time is coming when the skies will burn - That the time is at hand for the rise of the Black Moon.
Once, I used to be young - just like you And I followed the sun - just like you I was Light and Essence - just like you I was part of the Stream - just like you!
But since the time that She granted me sight Icy whirlwinds have entered my feverish dreams More and more I dreamt of the fire and the cliff And my dance in the rays of the Black Moon
I was ready to guard her home like a dog Beg for treats - brief pats from my mistress's hand For the right to touch with my lips the footprints Left before me by the slender, light feet
And in the nights I cried, and beat my chest To stop myself feeling with every heartbeat The merciless, cold [aspen] stake Penetrate ever deeper, into my very essence
Lord, this is no discontent, Thy word is the Law, What discontent in me, mere handful of ash? I just whisper these words, full of terror and awe: "You could grant, I could take, no different path."
In this world I no longer have anything left to lose Save the dead feeling of limitless guilt - That is why I have come here to sing and dance In the rising rays of the shining Black Moon!
I came here from the distant mountains For I now know what to do with myself In six directions I pour, I circle the fire I bring to my lips the bitter brew of herbs
[Father]! Frozen swastika - skyborne, the eagle holds still The wind dies, crying, under its wing And now She comes to take me below To pour into me the desire to [slash myself apart]
I open my chest with a diamond sickle And expose, as I shamelessly laugh and shout The beating lump of my naked heart To the icy, invisible black rays
For in this world I have nothing left to lose Save a dead feeling of [extreme] guilt The only thing left is to sing and dance In the [universe-drowning flame] of the Black Moon.