Medusa and Hemlock

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 we lay in welcome by the western gate, 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, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, 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 inhumanity's eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult.