Cultes des Ghoules - Vintage Black Magic download mp3

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Deserted shrine, chants to the moon
Maledictions upon foes, requests of a boon
Altar’s ready, the dagger cuts the twig
To the East and to the South
To the West and to the North
Come! Come! We call Thee forth!
By the powers of the land and sea
We swear obedience unto Thee
By the powers of moon and sun
Bless us and Thy will be done
In a place wild and dreary, flashing of the blade
Naked we tread Thy round, the oath is made
Altar’s red, the dagger cuts the twig
Working forbidden mysteries and singing words of scourge
Assembled in the light of the blazing torch
Altar’s never clean, the dagger cuts the twig
Bat’s blood and the tongue of dog
Sting of snake and eyes of frog
Juice of hemlock and silverweed
Opium, mandrake and henbane’s seed
Foreskin of birth-killed babe
Hell-broth tastes like Satan’s grape
Black cat’s wool and lizard scales
How sweetly cauldron exhales