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They journeyed far to Brocken Mountain pinnacle. A gathering of dread, an awesome spectacle. Each in his hand, a candle of black. Their faces grave, a deathlike mask. The prince assumed the person of the goat, Reigning upon his throne distant and far remote. The cauldrons boiled as the fires burned. The deepning shadows, two figures turned. Bubbling pots of ungents and potions, Flames revealing the obscene motions. Old hags murmur in evil ranting! Voices grow louder and join in the chanting. Infants flesh they did offer For the prince to devour. Covens join, all combine, Powers strong, thoughts align. If witchcraft all the fools condemn, It turns around and crushes them. When good has been twisted, When good has been killed, Then love is resisted and blood will be spilled. Accursed yell be! From toes to eyes! Accursed yell be! Until ye dies!
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 13:11:04 +0000

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