Be the Witches.

Be the Witches

Dive into the deepest forest,

Seven nights in full moonlight.

You will find the market of witches who sell love,

Swap your soul for a little potion.

Who knows more of those old spells that sleep the sorrows.

Who knows potions to forget the pain

If witchcraft can cure anything

You can find it at night.

After centuries of waiting

Rooted in the shadow of the same darkness

Woke up at night looking to go back

Between his Magic, and lust and spells of love

They shine their hidden rites of gloomy passion

Your eyes are true stars that twinkle in the night

Her skin is soft and beautiful like honey of flowers

They fly in the dark and it's love

His only true love.

They are the midwives of the fairies and spirits of the forest

His holiness and his sacred duality

They sleep under the graves of lying men

Harvesting the mandragora that cries at night

With their black dresses, they go dancing in the moonlight

Before made up with perfumed blood and roses spirit

The breeze of the twilight would revive its inner flame open like flower

Of all the sexes meet in the gale

At the foot of the mountain, they dance nonstop

Nudes in the rivers between the dark prairies

At midnight her open legs let in the light of love

On the edge of the bonfire, they invoke the passion

They say goodbye to mortality tied hands

They welcome the eternity between the ecstasy

The love of a fallen God and the dawn.

Naked we will dance, Dressed in love, blood, and sweat

From the fire, souls are born and the dead are revived

The devil as one who gets to dance

All to the compassion of a God who fills us with love

Blood baths lick our skin

Lambs and goats dance on the water of the river

Drops of tears quench thirst

The souls of burned witches incarnate at the stake

And their figures dance in the fire of love

Among Flowers dying from a gloomy garden

Black roses are born with scents of liquor

On the wooden tombs make their beds

Spirits who blaspheme drowning their faith and their pain

Buying witches eternity and love.

An eternal feast that repeats itself every night without end.

Between oaks and willows, a forest god makes his throne

With his olive crown and feasting his lust

with calf are the witches by their penetrating love without pain.

Amanos stronger, Goodbye sir, cries the witches

Sweet nectar of aromatic blood, fluids, and some pain.

Come with us to the dark, In a sweet way to die.

To die without convictions, to die without rules

Reliving every night before the old faith

Old goddess, old god, regidores of old religions

That rise after dancing, just before dawn

before the decline of the new faith.

God also wanted to come

Come with us if you want to fly, the moon will teach you

And to the rhythm of magic and dance, you will come.

Let pervert your innocence and overturn your secrets

The immortal witches will know everything.

Join the witches in the dark

Die in the salty taste of pain

And reborn every night in the sweet aroma of love

Always together, Always strong, Always beautiful

As goddesses are reborn, witches and wizards every night without sleep.

You will be witches, you will be woods, you will be the wind and you will be immortal.