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

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

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