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Pagans Ritual (with the fine Crimsin)
casting on the air forbidden magic
homemade in another dimension
I stir the mist to see what comes forth
the ruins scatter the bones rattle
the air becomes electrical
peering into the darkness--
understanding, it has a voice
a faint whisper greets
out of the depths comes a demon
questions what do I bid him?
I tell him I need illusions to wrap round me
it's too bright in the daytime
a thousand black crows appear
they get in formation about me
singing---
"drink and dagger of night
protect the lady of the shadows
by pain of death"
Hark
the crows stir while I chant
so powerful is the conjuring
blackened wing don't fail me
guardians of power
provide for me a glamour
dark of night
witches bane
mote it be
homemade in another dimension
I stir the mist to see what comes forth
the ruins scatter the bones rattle
the air becomes electrical
peering into the darkness--
understanding, it has a voice
a faint whisper greets
out of the depths comes a demon
questions what do I bid him?
I tell him I need illusions to wrap round me
it's too bright in the daytime
a thousand black crows appear
they get in formation about me
singing---
"drink and dagger of night
protect the lady of the shadows
by pain of death"
Hark
the crows stir while I chant
so powerful is the conjuring
blackened wing don't fail me
guardians of power
provide for me a glamour
dark of night
witches bane
mote it be
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