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