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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.

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