Mill

As a witch four wings, and behind the air shaking.
To-day it blaze blue flames, as she burned in lies.
There is no limit to the mercy of fire, and the Lord will have mercy on us,
To rye high was born, to for winter again was spring.

Get drunk drunk our anger.
Dance! Today you're the Queen.
Let hops and cinnamon, and snakes, and Fox
At the first lightning glorify sister -
Hallelujah To The Fiery Virgin!

As a witch four wings, and behind the air shaking.
To-day it blaze blue flames, as she burned in lies.
There is no limit to the mercy of fire, and the Lord will have mercy on us,
To rye high was born, to for winter again was spring.