| Hickory, birch and willow
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| Oak, ash, and thorn
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| Holly, hazel, rowan
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| Are the nine where the flame is born
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| Those of you who gather here
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| Bear wounds that never healed
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| Festered and forgotten
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| Blood stained and congealed
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| Souls with horrid secrets
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| Bodies that can’t feel
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| Love is just a faerie tale
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| Only pain is real
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| Your lips are sealed in silence
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| With the needs you cannot speak
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| You want to heal the violence
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| But you all fear what you seek
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| Oh-victims of a wrong desire
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| Oh-I hear you cry for Sacred Fire
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| Crawl up on your knees and scream my name
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| You’ve summoned me before you
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| Just reach out and touch my flame
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| Bridget or Osiris
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| Michael, Uriel
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| Conjure me by any name
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| To disenchant this spell
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| The hatred lashing at your soul
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| That forces you to pray
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| To heal will cost a painful toll
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| To frighten you away
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| Oh-victims of a wrong desire
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| Oh-I hear you cry for Sacred Fire
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| Crawl up on your knees and scream my name
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| You’ve summoned me before you
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| Just reach out and touch my flame
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| I offer up an answer
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| To end your nightmare days
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| In Perfect Truth with Perfect Love
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| We’ll light a holy blaze
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| Summon all your suffering
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| Set and burn my seal
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| Stare at truth unblinking
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| To hurt and then to heal
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| Heal the wound
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| Sear the pain
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| Let the tears fall down like rain
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| If to thine own self be true
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| Nothing can have power over you
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| No one can have power over you
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| Oh-victims of a wrong desire
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| Oh-I hear you cry for Sacred Fire
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| Crawl up on your knees and scream my name
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| You’ve summoned me before you
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| Just reach out and touch my flame
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| In the Sacred Fire |