Clangores Plenilunio - Selvans

Lights through the night rise the mountain

Beams cut the obscurity of the forest

Goats' steps are heard

They are fast among the stones

Once again

Night by night

From forgetful times

Fairys' path

Secret ways

They leave the human reign

Braids on the manes in this tumultuous night

The cries of wood-sprites wind the mind of the fearful priest

The coven dance in a circle bright,

Excited minds

Naked bodies

Tempt your guilty reason

Between the leaves and stones where the shadows dwell

You can see the carnival of nymphs and men

The pipers dirge will take your breath away

Here is coming the revenge of the hidden realm

Lights disappear

Lights turn off

Lights escape (to go) beyond the cave

To dwell the bowels

Bowels of the mountain

Where the Sybil dominates

Still today to eternity

Ancient pagan rites

Are still alive

Now the night is bright

Wolves are running fast

In the underground

Nymphs are singing

Echoes of despair

All across the vales

Screaming to the moon

The ancient desire sweeps the lands with force and fire

Something like a spell is whisper!

Like snakes they crawl

Deep in the caves

Beyond the door

Lowest creatures in penance

To became again charming and irresistible

In the full moon nights

They’ll come back again

They’ll come back

Night by night

They’ll come back

Again in the darkness

They’ll come back

Once again

They’ll come back

Again in the night

Nocturnal foot-bath in the lake

Clairvoyant nymphs

Gods' prophets

Between earthly and divine

Their oracles impressed on oak leaves

Spotless dresses

Long blond hairs

Lascivious rites under the full moon

Romantic and beautiful vision

They enchant unknowing men

Obsessed by their dirge

They stand in the form of a nymph

Deep in the woods

Beyond the pale light

Lustful creatures in penance

Lecherus chants of empiric landscapes

Inebriate the mind of the weak

A soporific lightwind

From the crevices of the cave!

The moon leaves the valley of the unknown

The breeze of a new day is the death of all fears

Ash heap of nightfires resting dark in the grass

Men forget savage instincts

Cradling a legend that not causes shame

Everyone restore his boldness

But they are waiting in the cave

They’re waiting to awake

From the unaware stillness!

Between the leaves and stones where the shadows dwell

You can see the carnival of nymphs and men

Cross shaped pillars fall in front of you

The goat seed is growing in this fertil earth!