On high hills 
 In fathomless cold streams 
 Is he the thickening wood shades. 
 His eyes are full of fevering embers, 
 His body is woven of star's light, 
 Like unfleshly fire 
 Winding in voilent dance 
 Primary dark flame - shaman. 

 The floating in bloody flow 
 To the voiceless heart's blow 
 In kamlat - ripe moon. 
 Attend to voluptuous ecstasy 
 And shivering of the earth, 
 Their fierce [bad word] coition. 
 The magnificent altar will be shot 
 By sprouts which were sown 
 Source of dark wisdom 
 Flame - shaman.