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(Verses of her Black Magic Poetry

...for those to reach immortality!)

Come!

Join the blasphemous ride to the sacred hill

Towards the plateau of ancient ceremonies

Come see the witches dance!

Thirteen naked whores in deep satanic trance

Listen!

Her chanting voice whispers with the wind

To gather the unholy Coven

Thirteen they are - in a burning circle

Surrounding the altar of human sacrifice

The mistress of the night holds the swords

High under the starlit sky

Drinks the bloodwine as her skin turns pale

Feel the cold of Death - feel her hate!

Blessed with curse of her dominion

Driven by bloodhunger and lust

(for ritual fullfillment)

They will hunt down and kill

...the lambs of god!

(Poetry: Nosophoros)