M/Malokarpatan/Filipojakubská noc na Štangarígelských skalách
WALPURGIS NIGHT ON THE ŠTANGARÍGEL ROCKS
(Facing a sylvan altar made of andesite, cast out from earth's bowels in time immemorial, Žofia Krištofíčka raises her hands, Crooked Katruša's apprentice in witchery. Vernal stars light their torches above Štangarígel, it is the great Walpurgis Night – a time of fertility and joy. Elementals arise from their hidden abodes and the earth pulsates with an untamable life – summer is ready to regain the sceptre.) Allow my heart into the nights of summerlands You who command the crepuscular reich O' aristocrat of the chasms, emperor over beasts, I long for the secrets of your hypogean halls! All-penetrating eye in the green darkness From the top of Sitno you gaze down, in the form of an enormous bear Illuminate the path of my sisters, who by the hooting of owls wander through crossroads, gallow hills and ruins (A ray of green light bursts out from among the rocks.) On this sacred night, I abjure the foreign teaching, which dulled our senses so much Silver of the stars and fireflies, be the guides on my path! Tho' a dungeon and hangman's tongs may be at its end, or the red glare of Elohim's flames! Our mission persists through the shifting of times – unmoved inside remote stone circles; in shelter of the most miserable cabins the spells of the past dwell forgotten by the pigeon-hearted man, who still turns his other cheek to the kicking boot, that feeds him with mouldy bread! (A robust horned man appears, with green skin and green hair, crowned with leaves. Upon the naked body of Krištofíčka he casts a sign of their new union, thereby accepting her into his faith.)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.