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