High from the green mountains that are rock and wood, the wolf beholds the ocean, that's too blue for his eyes.
Kilometres downpath, the villains castrate the hogs alive, for the feast of the solstice queen, near to their houses of the stone age.
Kilometres downpath...
In his summer fur, the wolf sleeps now, with Lucifer by his side, sat on the grass of July.
Kilometres downpath, the labyrinth of menhirs get crowded by spectres for the solstice queen:
because this land is entry to the silent peoples of the west.
Where every corridor of stone has a meaning...
Kilometres downpath.
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