The Mandrake Root

Dig black dog, dig down under the Gwallow's pole the hanged man has ejaculated his last seed. On the cross-roads he swings stark naked and withered He gave his sperm to fertilize bewitched lands With my shoulders to the wind I look towards the sun I raise my sword of power over this deadly place and as I draw three circles over the black roof I can bring to the light the apple of the Djinn. Look out! When you snatch it from the ground! Its scream can lacerate your mind! Uaahhhh! The Mandrake root! The Mandrake root! With us almighty tuber I will be wealthy and strong my sex will be young forever, no woman shall resist! The blood of black rooster can reinforce its results the "little man" is ready! Let magick live again Look out! When you snatch it from the ground! Its scream can lacerate your mind! Uaahhhh! The Mandrake root! The Mandrake root!