In circle of grass when moonlight's flash She dances in her rites Lust of her nature shines in her eyes Her breasts dance in rites Secrets of her might her erotic dance Sleep in her rites Eternal forest with eldest trees Hail to her rites Mist like storm is roaring It's time for her to fly She calls her wildest trance To carry her hands away tonight Among ancient lakes among ancient trees Carreses me in rites Healing my wounds burning my lust By embers of her rites Her white silk skin her velvet eyes Shines in her own rites Upon the mist lake I whisper her name Drowning in her rites Mist like storm is roaring It's time for her to fly She calls her wildest trance To carry her hands away tonight