Dim the lights, wrong the rites   Toss the puerile cross away   We are gashing from a venomous womb   Burning bright, dead of night   Pyres stain a milky way   Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon      In the Samhain mist   We lay in welcome by the western gate   With the five fold kiss   For every soul returning   From the fecund abyss   Where nature’s travesties congregate   With a stone cold wish   To see the wicker man burning      The wind, she whispers   Through the graveyards of our hearts   Wreathed in dreams   As she weaves her witchcraft   We breathe, enamoured   Of the conquering dark      Medusa and Hemlock      Harvest past, fires cast   Ashen shades this Halloween   We are set now to Beherit the earth   Widdershins, death begins   To fashion fete to gallow scenes   Sprits rising to discredit rebirth      In the Samhain mist   We lay in welcome by the western gate   With the five fold kiss   For every soul returning   From the fecund abyss   Where nature’s travesties congregate   With a stone cold wish   To see the wicker man burning      The wind, she flitters   Through the forest of our hearts   Wreathed in leaves   As she weaves her witchcraft   We breathe, enamoured   Of the conquering dark      I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair   Plot your face, then ascending marble stares   You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair   Tasting my blood   That runs from worming tongue like prayer      Under pagan veneer snakes a fear   That makes the stars   Grieve, just to be   Uncharted on this eve   When part of me chars a path   Through your heavenly constellations      Medusa and Hemlock      Back to black, hinges crack   Rituals call obscenities   Sheets of demons rush insanity skies   Tread the salt; the dead exult   Preachers beg our clemency   Seeking warmth in humanity’s eyes      We who kept the candle by the vault   We who kept the candle on the cult