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Diablerie
The coven wade through depths of ruin
To reach the clearest cove
over blackened vines
the moon still shines
Amidst the bleakest grove
Earth and water, fire and air
From east unto the south
The witches convey
A ritual soirée
Of chortle from thy mouth
Hail to the watcher of the noblest divine
And the power of exquisite volition
Invoking the page
Of the fairest of sage
An element of the commission
We call upon the devils quill
That writ this salutation
The runes are cast
The chalice passed
Seven chakra’s to awaken
The cauldron sips on coercive quips
To secure a divination
The eye of newt
And ghoulish root
The tang of incantation
The bubbling oils and mixing of spoils
To enrich the poisoned wine
A dash of bat leather
And a wren tail feather
To hobble the souls that dine
Sticks and stones and the sheerest of moans
tether the souls of this earth
The ravens still swoon
in the dimmest of moon
They hear us! They fear our rebirth!
A curse to taint the spectre’s hymn
A rhyme enchants their sigil
The hex ensnares
as the tempest flares
the passion at the vigil
The witches flash their fertile vim
To flay inherent tones
Ascent to damn
While the pentagram
Invigorates their bones
.
To reach the clearest cove
over blackened vines
the moon still shines
Amidst the bleakest grove
Earth and water, fire and air
From east unto the south
The witches convey
A ritual soirée
Of chortle from thy mouth
Hail to the watcher of the noblest divine
And the power of exquisite volition
Invoking the page
Of the fairest of sage
An element of the commission
We call upon the devils quill
That writ this salutation
The runes are cast
The chalice passed
Seven chakra’s to awaken
The cauldron sips on coercive quips
To secure a divination
The eye of newt
And ghoulish root
The tang of incantation
The bubbling oils and mixing of spoils
To enrich the poisoned wine
A dash of bat leather
And a wren tail feather
To hobble the souls that dine
Sticks and stones and the sheerest of moans
tether the souls of this earth
The ravens still swoon
in the dimmest of moon
They hear us! They fear our rebirth!
A curse to taint the spectre’s hymn
A rhyme enchants their sigil
The hex ensnares
as the tempest flares
the passion at the vigil
The witches flash their fertile vim
To flay inherent tones
Ascent to damn
While the pentagram
Invigorates their bones
.
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