Come join with us in our rune tonight And feel the circle spin Let your spirit soar in the lunar light As the Spiral Dance begins [Chorus] Come with us speeding through the night As fast as any bird in flight Silhouettes against the Mother Moon We will be there soon When the spinning ceases you can dance no more Kiss the silent earth We will tell our children of the Ancient Lore At the moment of their birth [Chorus] Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna [repeat] Darksome night and shining moon, East, then south, then west, then north Hearken to a Wytches Rune, Hear we come to call ye forth! Earth and water, air and fire, Wand and pentacle, and sword, Work ye unto our desire, Hearken ye unto our word! Cords and censer, scourge and knife, Powers of the Wytches blade, Waken all ye into life, Come ye as the charge is made! Queen of Heaven! Queen of Hell! Horned hunter of the night, Lend your power unto our spell... ISIS ASTARTE DIANA HECTATE DEMETER KALI INANNA!
I grew up as a Wiccan. born 82, you're songs let me know I wasn't alone. I felt so alone. I still sing Isis Itarte Diana Hecate Demeter kali Inana. My goddess is Hecate, the triple goddess of the crossroads. The fates. The cruel 3, in which they play with threads like a child plays with wool.
I painted cover of this album on my door at age 16 and my grandma’s cardiologist asked me if noone is forcing me to satanism. Needed 24 years more, 4 years of psychology studies and a date with original C.G. Jung students work to understand why exactly those names are mentioned in Wytches. We had no Wikipedia then and internet needed a dial up.
Un ange passe et personne ne le regarde. Fucking Aids. As far as I can remember, I was kid as that time, and, on french TV, on Sunday morning, I use to see him in his celluloid apparence. It was at home. Always in black and white, on black and white screen. And every time I heard him, was an ecstatic moment. When you're less than thirteen, every strange is already what could reality should be. It's a matter of fact. I grew up on an island, in Brittany, in France, call Groix. He was revisiting voices, men voices. The art of a Castra, so amazingly well. For decades, he's still in my mind, part of myself. I met a photographer on the island, his name was Gérald. He was a friend of Klaus. We chatted a day and he told me who he was. For me, I was trying to believe than Gérald knew him. Pictured him, and shared time with him. Bless you All. Franck Louis Le Gurun
Il n'est plus là. Mais j'espère qu'il a eu quand même un peu de bonheur. La première fois que je l'ai vu à la télé, je devais avoir 11, 12, ou 14 ans, je ne sais plus trop, mais je ne l'ai JAMAIS oublié !!! J'ai vu une sorte d'ovni et me suis dit, oui il y a bien autre chose que tout ce que l'on veut te faire croire. Dommage qu'il soit mort. Mais il vit à travers nous. Klauss nomi ! ❤
For me, it's one of the rare cases where a pop artist has managed to sing a classic tune to perfection. Klaus Nomi's icy, disembodied voice really gives the impression that he's singing about his own death.
On the other side of 40 now.... when i was a teen, a friend of mine wanted to paint everything in her room black, walls ceiling dresser, the dresser drawers, everything. We would get stoned and almost die laughing cause she couldn't find any of her all black clothes, if it touched the floor say goodbye! Miss ya Becky!
