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Verses of her Black Magic Poetry
...for those to reach immortality!

Come!
Join the blasphemous ride to the sacred hill
Towards the plateau of ancient ceremonies
Come see the witches dance!
Thirteen naked whores in deep satanic trance

Listen!
Her chanting voice whispers with the wind
to gather the unholy Coven
Thirteen they are - in a burning circle
Surrouning the altar of human sacrifice

The misstress of the night holds the sword
high under the starlit sky
drinks the bloodwine as her skin turns pale
Feel the cold of Death - feel her hate!

Blessed with the curse of her dominion
Driven by bloodhunger and lust
(for ritual fulfillment)
They will hunt down and kill

The lambs of God!

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