Autumn - The coven (The witch in me part 2)
The grating noise of horned owl emphasises the dark
My only beacon in oblivion
Now when I'm one with this mystic web
Wherein dimensions blend to one
The fivefold kiss again,
The lips that seal the vow
The feeling, that feeling Here I stand
While the witches sing their hymns
Full of tangled allegory
The atheme,
One of the "Tools of Art"
Which reveals the lore
The ancient craft
That hides in my heart
Acknowledged and exposed
The pain
Of the two initiations
Already made sense
It illustrates our goal
To create a new world
With my bare hands
My only beacon in oblivion
Now when I'm one with this mystic web
Wherein dimensions blend to one
The fivefold kiss again,
The lips that seal the vow
The feeling, that feeling Here I stand
While the witches sing their hymns
Full of tangled allegory
The atheme,
One of the "Tools of Art"
Which reveals the lore
The ancient craft
That hides in my heart
Acknowledged and exposed
The pain
Of the two initiations
Already made sense
It illustrates our goal
To create a new world
With my bare hands
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