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It was late night - the 1st of May -
- the May night - it was the time of Evil.
Bat’s voice invited for evil,
where was a smell of pinewoods.

Silent moss whispered about evil;
erratic boulder lied evil’s grief,
fire sang its hate for stars
and from stars came a quiet sigh

My will is a raging swarm of forest bees, believe me,
a raging swarm of bees that are flying towards you.
Seventh daughter of Seventh daughter, my will is fear,
believe me, the thousand years’ power of May is in fear.

It was late night - the 1st of May -
the dance of druids cast shadows
In that shadows Life blazed up for the seventh time
in the womb of Seventh daughter.

My will is a swarm of bees,
of Walpurgis Night bees,
a raging swarm of bees
that are flying towards you.

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