| Black candles dance to an overture
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| But I am drawn past their flickering lure
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| To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
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| Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
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| I sip the blood-red wine
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| My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
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| From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
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| From Chaos born out of love and the scythe
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| The forest beckons with her nocturnal call
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| To pull me close amid the baying of wolves
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| Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn
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| In the dark, odiferous earth
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| We embrace like two lovers at death
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| A monument to the trapping of breath
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| As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
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| To drop roses on my marbled breast
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| I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
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| And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
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| To learn from the dark and the voices between
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| This is my will
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| The forest whispers my name, again and again
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| When the moon is full
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| We shall assemble to adore
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| The potent spirit of your Queen
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| My mother great Diana
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| She who fain would learn all sorcery
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| Yet has not won its deepest secrets
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| Then my mother will
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| Teach her, in truth
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| All things as yet unknown
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| I walk the path
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| To the land of the Dark Immortals
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| Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
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| As the wild hunt careers through the boughs
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| Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
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| In the moon of the woods we kiss
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| Artemis be near me
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| In the arms of the ancient oak
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| Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
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| And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
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| The principle of Evil
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| Evolution has been recalled
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| Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
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| I stand enthralled
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| In the whispering forest
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| «Pale, beyond porch and portal
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| Crowned with leaves, she stands
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| Who gathers all things mortal
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| With cold immortal hands
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| Her languid lips are sweeter
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| Than love’s who fears to greet her
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| To men that mix and meet her
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| From many times and lands.» |