Earth is mother
Nature is female
Fire is father, fire is male, fire is human justice
He isn't opposed to Earth, but they slip the one into the other
The witch is earth's daughter
She turns in ashes burning in the fire, so she can go back into earth's embrace, si snake's circle eternally turns
They taught her how to read birds'flight
And messages of leaves in the wind
The old maid shown her thе ancient stone throne worn out by tеmpest and rain, but full of powerful magic
Every uneven Friday at sunset went the old maid to the throne, there at the crossing of three paths, to wash the stone with a white hen's blood to wake up earth spirit's might
But men, intoxicated by their silly pride forgot these holy powers, so spirits with a lightning smashed their souls and illness and death slaughtered them all
They taught her how to turn herself in a howl, and fly in moonless nights, and over the hills, and down in deep shafts, where she met her sisters, to celebrate season's jubilation
They taught her how to change herself in a hare, to run away and hide herself in woods, from the ones who wanted to dominate her
When the dark red blood ran slowly and thick wetted her innocence between her white thights her mother told her the time had come for her to be a daughter of the Earth
A black haundled knife was her holy present, and she taught her to hold it, and how to take flower and herbs vibrations
She taught her what power stood still
In forests and woods, and hidden in deep roots
Power of life, power of death
But dark were those times, and finally sword prevailed on cup
So her body was parted from her soul
And her own children lighted her stake
In an august day of 1471