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This inspired witchery, it speaks in tongues
Of cryptic longing, A riddled offering

I made the dark descent.
The moon was visible amidst scattered, pale-edged clouds
The cold blue sea beckons
The sky is the throne of fear

I am part of this darkness
I am part of this void
This cryptic, witching grammar
This Black Satanic Glamour

I made the dark descent
Through which the fear of any and every thing
Awakens into self knowledge

I am part of this darkness
This Black Satanic Glamour

This inspired witchery
It speaks in tongues too old to know
Giving form, bringing forth
This Black Satanic Glamour
This black celebration

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