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Witches
Dancing
On a moonless night

Henbane
Monk's Hood
Aconite is burning

Black Sky
Rainfall
Our black mother calls

Circle
is broken
by the phallic goat

World is
backwards
love the chaos you breed

Sun is
falling
high on lunar blood

I am
a servant
to non who ever were

We are
sleeping
dreaming out of death

Nothing
can break
horns that rise in pride

Nothing
can help
those who turn back now

Nothing
is said
by those who understand

Nothing
will take
this power from us now

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