Develop, thou whose circle is eternal migration
She whose remains from space stars is ready,
upon whose breast are souls are laid
Underhanded, black as midnight's fantasy far,
yet bright as the silver star.
Thy realm is the clear primitive skies,
light and life in thy hand lies.
Thoughts and down in the dumps calm guide thy train
lead floating nap to Orphic category.
Nikta, ornamented with sparkling light
Rests aesthetic calm down, indwelling ebony night.
Divinity of phantoms, of shadow acting
whose remains divides the sun lit days.
She from whom all Gods and men were inherent
She we experiment with time was the veil is torn...
Be give out Divinity with mysteries rain
let the dark's wisdom by mortals be found!
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