• The women dance to the gods above
    Their black hats swaying in the cold night
    Bats move around them in a mad frenzy
    Their wings move
    An orgy of life and death
    A howl echoes the streets
    Their cackling laughs soon follow
    Rise our children!
    Children of the night
    The moon shines bright
    Their mother watching over them
    The women laugh
    The bats burst into the starry night
    The wolves howling to the heavens
    Their day has begun