| Dim the lights, wrong the rites
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| Toss the puerile cross away
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| We are gashing from a venomous womb
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| Burning bright, dead of night
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| Pyres stain a milky way
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| Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon
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| In the Samhain mist
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| We lay in welcome by the western gate
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| With the five fold kiss
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| For every soul returning
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| From the fecund abyss
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| Where nature’s travesties congregate
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| With a stone cold wish
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| To see the wicker man burning
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| The wind, she whispers
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| Through the graveyards of our hearts
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| Wreathed in dreams
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| As she weaves her witchcraft
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| We breathe, enamoured
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| Of the conquering dark
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| Medusa and Hemlock
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| Harvest past, fires cast
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| Ashen shades this Halloween
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| We are set now to Beherit the earth
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| Widdershins, death begins
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| To fashion fete to gallow scenes
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| Sprits rising to discredit rebirth
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| In the Samhain mist
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| We lay in welcome by the western gate
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| With the five fold kiss
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| For every soul returning
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| From the fecund abyss
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| Where nature’s travesties congregate
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| With a stone cold wish
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| To see the wicker man burning
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| The wind, she flitters
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| Through the forest of our hearts
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| Wreathed in leaves
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| As she weaves her witchcraft
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| We breathe, enamoured
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| Of the conquering dark
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| I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
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| Plot your face, then ascending marble stares
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| You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
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| Tasting my blood
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| That runs from worming tongue like prayer
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| Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
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| That makes the stars
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| Grieve, just to be
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| Uncharted on this eve
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| When part of me chars a path
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| Through your heavenly constellations
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| Medusa and Hemlock
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| Back to black, hinges crack
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| Rituals call obscenities
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| Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
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| Tread the salt; |
| the dead exult
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| Preachers beg our clemency
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| Seeking warmth in humanity’s eyes
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| We who kept the candle by the vault
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| We who kept the candle on the cult |