Black candles dance to an overture   But I am drawn past their flickering lure   To the breathing forest that surrounds the room   Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb      I sip the blood-red wine   My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time   From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life   From chaos born out of love and the scythe   The forest beckons with her nocturnal call   To pull me close amid the baying of wolves   Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn   In the dank, odiferous earth      We embrace like two lovers at death   A monument to the trapping of breath   As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck   To drop roses on my marbled breast   I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves   And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze   To learn from the dark and the voices between      This is my will      The forest whispers my name   The forest whispers my name      Make some more fucking noise Nottingham      I walk the path   To the land of the Dark Immortals   Where the hungry ones will carry my soul   As the wild hunt careers through the boughs      Come to me my pale enchantress   In the moon of the woods we kiss      Artemis be near me   In the arms of the ancient oak   Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose   And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked      Dark fairy-tales in Phallestein   Symbols and signs to know us by      Is re-invoked   In Phallestein      The principle of evil   Evolution has been recalled   Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon   I stand enthralled   In the whispering forest   Yeah      What a fucking crap way to spend an Easter weekend   This is entitled