[Boszorkányvölgy]


The circle...

Something had arousen from something and was born

Somebody had become from somebody and started to believe


The circle...

The eternal cycle, secret and frost

They all are living in the vale

Like fear and the song

Nakedness homegiving, eternity bowing over bridges

The hiding power hides behind our blindness

It shall be a feast

When our covered eyes will see again

And sounds of drums will pulse again

But they will die

Unless we get rid of our chained faces


Sometimes the vale will help us to cross

The bridges, our fears

And our bodies will be overwalked by the glorious sound

Our mother's sound is the silence

And the attention with that


Sometimes the vale will help us to cross the mountains, our pains

And our bodies will be overwalked by the glorious sound

Our father's sound is the wrath

And the wisdom with that