Radegast

Radegast

“…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 !…”

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