The Maiden, decked in purple flowers,
Dances, chants her final hours;
For when the shadow of the moon,
Cast by Blade Rock in the gloom,
Does touch the polished grinding stone,
All will know the time has come:
To pierce her with the Oat Stalk Knife
To bring the plant God back to life
; The Maiden, decked in purple flowers,
Dances, chants her final hours;
For when the shadow of the moon,
Cast by Blade Rock in the gloom,
Does touch the polished grinding stone,
All will know the time has come:
To pierce her with the Oat Stalk Knife
To bring the plant God back to life;
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