“…Rolls the wind down steepy hills, Radegast !

May this song and dance be your dwelling,

I grant me an entry to your temple, to them mountains,

Amber shades, hops over the forest clearing… The forest clearing !

Dancing leaves… Fluttering wind…

Treasure like… Mighty scenery…

In the fertile valleys a distinct hue of glory, sweet glory !

Sparkling vapours mist shines… Into a molten Feline,

Rolls the wind down steepy hills, Radegast !…”

 

Michael McGregor

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