A keresés eredménye

Sabbath

Today on Bald Mountain, when the day wakes,
fiend, witches will be gathering together,
Strigas and wraiths will show up to
look and listen magic lines.
 
Come sisters witches, let's make devilish circle.
Let the fire burn, it's the Sabbath's night.
Curses and spells, from the ancient books,
let's do evil charms, for it's spells' night today.
 
Throw a thisle into fire - bloody smoke will spring
Add a handfull ash, hair of foes of yours,
Take some food and from a dead man's skull,
Then have yourself dancing madly with a fiend.
 
Hey! Sisters, witches,
Let's go up the Bald Mountain
Let the folks be taken by deadly fear
Let's pouches, gather herbs -
spurge, horsetail and wolf's bane -
they'll make excelent poisons
 
Cast the curses, cast the spells,
prepare venom for our preys.
Let the folks be taken by deadly fear
Let's cast a curse at the animals,
Let the river flows backwards.
Midnight' closes, closes more and more...
 
Come sisters witches, let's make devilish circle.
Let the fire burn, it's the Sabbath's night.
Curses and spells, from the ancient books,
let's do evil charms, for there's plenty of spells today
 
Throw a thisle into fire - bloody smoke will spring
Add a handfull ash, hair of foes of yours,
Take some food and from a dead man's skull,
Then have yourself dancing madly with a fiend.
 
Hey! Sisters, witches,
Let's go up the Bald Mountain
Throw your besoms, get undressed.
Wind'll lash naked bodies,
Today's orgy, today's Sabbath,
Wild dances and frolics.
 
Lightnings and thunders,
hit the roofs 'long the whirlind,
Let the folks be taken by deadly fear.
Let the earth trembles mightily
Let the light change into darkness.
Midnight' closes, closes more and more...
 
Come sisters witches, let's make devilish circle.
Let the fire burn, it's the Sabbath's night.
Curses and spells, from the ancient books,
let's do evil charms, for there's plenty of spells today
 
Throw a thisle into fire - bloody smoke will spring
Add a handfull ash, hair of foes of yours,
Take some food and from a dead man's skull,
Then have yourself dancing madly with a fiend.
 
Fires burn in circles,
dense mist rises up,
wind howles wildly
Black Lord comes.
 
Today on Bald Mountain, ere the day breaks,
fiends, witches will disappeare in mist
Strigas and wraiths will back to their dense,
to be back in the next year.
 

Early morning

Early, dear, the sun has risen.
Even earlier, dear, the dew has fallen.
It has fallen, dear, from lasses' flower.
From lasses', dear, and from brides' (flower).
 
Lasses' flower is picked by the shepherds.
 
Lasses' flower is picked by the shepherds.
The shepherds pick it and make wreaths out of it.
They make wreaths out of it and wear them on their heads.
When they wear them on their heads the forest smells like flower.
 
The brides' flower is picked by plowmen.
 
The brides' flower is picked by plowmen.
The plowmen pick it and make wreaths out of it.
They make wreaths out of it and wear them on their ploughs.
When they wear them on their ploughs the field smells like flower.
 
The field smells like a dewed basil.