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Deep in the woods of Glornac

An ancient clan of witches

Well-hidden, who know

The secret of Parthenogenesis

The art of conceiving a child without a man

Has been known to them for ages

This secret must not be shared

Realms of Mother Nature, all undisturbed by men

She, who gives and takes all

And in the end we all will be one!

Due to their love and respect

And insight of each other

They were able to receive this gift

And to keep it forever

But never they were to be touched by men

They would never give birth again

And sadly they would die!

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A witch has died

So now there is room for a new life

This circle has to remain close

So now it is time for Parthenogenesis

The following fullmoon

They will gather on a clearing in the forest

Eagerly waiting and hoping for a new one

Now the miraculous ritual may begin!

The chosen one steps into the circle

See the others singing and dancing

And take each other by the hand

She, who walks in the circle

To touch her beloved sisters

Everyone of them is wishing her well

Give a drop of your blood

She will collect it in a bowl

And pick some Grumbula flowers

Which she can only find on the clearing in the fullmoon

Mix them with the blood

And heat them over a fire

Which is fed with Seldan wood

The blue wood of the forest

A brew of flowers and of blood

Hold your breath and see the chosen one

Drink it and fall into deep sleep

And lie on the clearing till the new dawn arrives

And carrying under her heart the child to be born

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