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A man possessed |
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I walk alone |
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To find the coven |
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'Neath the sanguine moon |
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Follow the wisps |
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And strange gloomy lights |
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For the cult of Lyseric is meeting tonight |
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From the drums on skulls comes their chant of Doom |
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I follow entranced to the ominous tune |
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I see the smoke rings ascending high |
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Lost in the woods, |
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I'm ******* high! |
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Hallucinate through the forest's threat |
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And come upon this black witchcraft |
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Pentagram unbroken |
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The circle now complete |
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They beckong me to join their ritual Hasheesh |
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Enchanted with spells |
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By the crone's drone song |
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I inhale the evil of the witchcraft bong |
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******* witch |
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******* witch |
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Witchtanic Hellucinations |
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Witchtanic Hellucinations |
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12 are here you'll be the 13th |
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I sit at the fire |
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Smell the cauldron's dank reek |
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In to the boil a boney finger is dipped |
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And unto my tongue the acid is dripped |
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Witchtanic Hellucinations |
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Witchtanic Hellucinations |
