Vassis atatlos vesul etcremus, verbo san hergo dibolia herbonos.

[vásis atatlós vézul etkrémus, verbó san hergó dibólija herbónos]

Devils are mounting the wings of stars, do not hesitate, do not wait, you can fly with them.

This evening there is a magical ball. Har Sabbath, har Sabbath, Aye Saraye


Everybody is wayting for my presence I become the Queen of this evening

We play the skin (instead of the piano or drums) we whistle the bone (instead of flute)

The ruler of the night is infidelity (adultery)


I rub sorcerous ointment in my temple, made of toad, aconite, thorn apple, henbane.

I will finally learn heavenly delight and taste pleasure in my virgin womb.


Devils are mounting ...


Everybody is wayting for ………..