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Thee I Invoke, bornless one
All woman, pure predator
Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
Like a seething fall from grace
Thou art pale hecate
Rising from thessaly
You're in my dreams
The darkness in my heart
The rapture in their screams
Black Goddess rise
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A celebration of the damned
The unfettered few who choose to roam
Sharing more than sexual excess
Sowing more than vexing stones
Favourite haunts of depravation
Where the morning fears to tread
Covenant revere the sullen cain
Strike the tethered liar dead
Dark solstice fever burns in me
Like the tugging of my veins to feed
Ravaging Raven-Lust
Unbridled at dusk
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Flowers lift your precious head to me
I have come to her warm embrace
The gentle touch of surreality
A sweet kiss from beloved faith
The gardens swim with fervent life tonight
I sense the beauty that waits for me there
Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight
The velveret whisper at play with her hair
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Thrill, Kill the black cult
Walk among the weak by night
Affliction...
Deep as any burial
Take their worthless lives...
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Pour submission into me
No church shall bar our paths
Seductive evil drink...
your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms
Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking soul!
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