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It all starts with the crone

old hag initiated each one of our race

The First Witch, endlessly wandering woman

Through the green fields of time

stuck between II dimensions

You can hear her screaming your name

Inviting you to accept her food,

to chose your Destiny

You shall let yourself drown into visions

Into immaculate Nature

Into her starred eyes you fall...

To taste the Wyrd of the entire population

And see the headless opfer

And the green man of Britannia

And see the entrance, the star gate

See the coming of a cosmic race

Saturnine!

7 + 2

The scythe bearer

Falcifer venire!

Nothing will hurt you more than harsh reality.