Album : Summer's End
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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 bled to one

The fivefold kiss again
The lips that seal the vow
The feeling, that feeling

Here I stand
Where 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
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 bled to one      The fivefold kiss again   The lips that seal the vow   The feeling, that feeling      Here I stand   Where 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