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Cold, pale skin on my knees, hands on the floor
Worship the pentagram
Howling at the moon

My soul open for the dark
The black of the nightsky
Open for its grim mysteries for revelations and visions!

Let all the spirits of the cosmos pass through my mortal body
And tell their tales and secrets from the worlds beyond

Reveal the enigmas of life and death
Fill me with immortal wisdom
United with the cosmic reality and my spirit will dance with them passing for moment from my cold, pale flesh

So hear my call and envision me
On this desolate night
Hear my cold skin prayer

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