the Walpurgis Night & the bonfires are burning along our coasts, to scare all of our friends; the beasts, wolves, trolls and goblins, they dont want them to settle here, the screams can be heard all the way down here to the ocean. Thinking about the witches; they still dance under the moon, like pale shadows, they move, hypnotize me into the paved ancient witch ring. But who is she?
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