Among the hills
Lies the essence of the serpent
Under the solar aura
Breathing softly
Behold the beast of the south
Southern empire
In her skin the history of cosmos
In her eyes the depths of the spirit
The breath of dead angels
Is the nocturnal scent
Her womb is microcosmos
Of the macrocosmos of the end
From the beginning of life
Hail mighty serpent god
Dry, hot, vast
The south, the sun, the sign,
White. Black, red
Mens animus corpus
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