Oh heareth! the Craft'd
creatures yearning.
In shadows black eyes are
a flaming.
Under a silvery Selene.
Veil'd behind white human
skin, cut open bleeding Helene.
Screams, the she Serpent
hisses.
Snake aura is felt, nobody
it a misses.
She throws the sleeping
night,
the horror of her fanged
delight.
Muttering in tongues demoniac
entities rise from black sand.
Older than civilized man
is uphold a rune enscribed silver wand.
Powers, the deepest Pits
and the blackest Hell.
Is for the blasfemical Warlocks
and darkest Witches the most rich abyssic wishing well.
Shining Stars fall.
Luciferian Light is nearing
the welcoming Hall.
Cometh down from 'bove.
Hail to the end of the
reign of false love.
Painted scarlet are the
feathers of a struggling white dove.
Burned are the Flowers of
human happyness.
To the end of mortals' cheerfullness.
Of the humans there shall
be less.
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