Come, I'll be here - deep in the silver woods,
waiting for the first howling of the wolves.
Come - I'll be dancing with my sisters of the moon.
Come with the first blow of the winter winds,
with the last autumn sunlights,
close your eyes and feel your soul drowns within
the fairies songs; they'll show you the way where I might be.
Be careful: we have а rule - and it's the belief you carry in your heart,
that every living being is sacred and free.
Come.
I'll be there - with horns on my head,
holding hands with my sisters of the moon; ...