| The witch vessel breathe the poison
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| The living keys from the garden of night
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| It rise like a pall from the dragons mouth
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| Feeding the voidful flesh of the seeker
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| The green eden can be found
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| From the crimson deserts of Azazel
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| I follow the voice of my witchblood
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| And enter into it’s gardens
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| Walls of green shadow descent around
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| The world of mortals faded away
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| Night speaks with many names
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| With the voices of the forbidden deities
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| Wand like a crooked path
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| A crawling venomous serpent
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| Sacred branch, the limb of death
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| Serving as the conduit of my intent
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| The spirit of this old rod
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| The hooded black snake
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| Connected to fiery blood and spirit
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| Will opens the veil beyond the human psyche
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| The keys from the green kingdom
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| Gate openers from the loins of nature
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| Treasures and gifts from those
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| Who is the blood-line of ours
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| This is the poison path
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| When the garden of Samael unites with mind
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| Veiled by the cloak of night
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| We step forth into the day |