"Deosil Blows the Wynds, returning things back again"

Hey ghoul I see you for the
beautiful dark soul that you
really are

Dancing erotically before me
like a bright-shining Pagan
shooting star

Minds twisted so that some
would say that you've got a
few screws loose, but fuck
them because if they only
knew the shadows dancing
in your silken soul

Like mirrors when we stand
in front of each other and look
into one another's eyes the
spirits within are reflected and
cannot disguise

And Vixen if you're anything
like Wiccan I'll embrace you
and stand in the warmth of
your cold world; stare into
your eyes on the blood-moon
nights whilst breathing heavily
with delight

So shine on me darkened sun
and give me your light by the
waxing moon; read unto me
poetry made by uttering
mysterious runes

Invigorate the depths within me
that vexes; cast on me spells
with witch-speak and archaic
enchantments

I'll be your cadaver if you'll be my
necromancer-ess; say the words,
rouse the wynds, into the immoral
depths let's descend

I'm becoming ravenous and wild,
I howl at the sight of you; I kiss
your blackened petals and draw
down the moon

Deosil we'll go in time, until coming
back around again I'll become
yours and you'll bcome mine