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In the clearing, the circle is set.

At the dark of the moon, listen to the brook's call.

The eternal song of its burbling along.



A dreamlike state of consciousness -

Take hold of the branch,

Uproot the self, mount the grey steed

Given to you by the trees.



Tonight, we shall ride the night's skies!

Embodiments of the earth,

Carry us through the air!

Intoxicate us with fire!



Quench out thirst with the potions of an outer clarity!

And all the shadows shall draw back,

The veil is lifted.

Impressions and expressions of total elation,

Carried along by the extasy of the lack of earthly limitations!



Tonight, we shall ride the night's skies!

There is no morrow, only now.

Journeying beyond the veil eternally.



Prepare to soar!

The veil is lifted!

Take hold of the branch!

Uproot the self!