Ночь (v.2)

In the old park by the glade
Witches gather a circle
Update the shields of protection,
To maintain the balance around.

 The wind blows the power,
And soars up the fire.
Ancestors to remember the graves
Among the named sisters.

 To manage the forces of nature,
The underworld and the Gods.
Fine to keep the laws,
To protect the truth from enemies.

An impossible task
On their feminine shoulders,
But their companion is fortune
And the elements in their speeches.

 Runes, signs, and bukovnik
Herbs, candles, and water.
Sacrificing a piece of flesh
For the sake of strength for centuries.

 Spewing out everything foreign,
Taking only the good.
This body is only earthly,
The spirit is free from shackles.

And when the fire is out,
The grasses will lie on the border,
The subtle world will smooth out the old
The edge where I live