The Incantation Of Thessalonian Women

The Incantation Of Thessalonian Women 歌词

歌曲 The Incantation Of Thessalonian Women
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Ominous herbs of a magnificent size,
Your seed grew up in the cursed night,
Watched by the
Wild Star,
Hostile, Threatening!
Your very names suspicious to an inquiring sage
Were repudiated from words in long past times,
When mastering your power was a prohibited science.
Kolkhidian and
Egyptian sages,
In the shine of bloody
Moon, Dug your roots precious to
Magi Who, mixing tart sap of the plants
With the dead extract of whitened bones
Incanted in low voices,
At midnight distilled these magic drinks,
By which chastity of virgins fell through overpowered,
Discovering the nakedness of their side...!
The Incantation Of Thessalonian Women 歌词
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