Beneath Thy shadow bower Salix
Where Hellebore and Hemlock shelters
Let us gather, Let us gather
Illicit flames, Herbs of Medea shall grant us provenance over the dead
A thousand candles burning below the Celestial Grave
A thousand candles burning in Thy holy name
Calling all priestesses and whores of the Sabbath
You shall know her love by the witches passage
Let us embrace the dispirited morals of our solitary heart
Her naked body shall flourish unto the Congress of the Dead
Sacred poison, sapphire skin, embodied oracle muse of dead
A thousand candles burning in sleep's forever dream
A thousand candles burning for The Others who scream
Calling all Priestesses and Whores of the Sabbath
You shall know her love
A throat choked of blood and foam vomiting the bloody blossoms of Udumbara
Thessalian tongues, writhing and screams
A heralding call for the unfolding of blessings or bane
Let us gather, let us gather
