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Red Kite
04:16
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Bring me a chalice to drink
As the moon makes her bed we are ushered to think
Give me a spell so divine
Breathings for the wicked turn air into wine
The cock crows out of sight
The child cries through the night.
Trinkets and potions alike
The sharper the taste, the worse the bite
Escape to a bodiless plane
No touching, no feeling, the magic is pain
Sail on, sail on
A boat made of broomsticks can never be called a ship
Sail on, sail on
The red kite will take you away.
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Thaumaturgy
03:02
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Looking down straight through the ground
It makes me pause, there's something looking back in.
The whispered trees will make you bleed
They’ll sow their seeds and perform vicious deeds.
An enchanted goblins mucus bottled in forty flavours
Makes your fingers tingle
A river bed like a mirrors edge
You’d better turn your back before it splits you.
The elder tradition, sacrificial
And the elder sacrificial is tradition
Through tomes and scrolls your power grows
The soul you need will open at the close.
The God of Death will hang his head
And surely know when he has met an equal.
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Ad Altare Mortuus
08:10
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Ad Altare Mortuus.
Rest In Peace
Flowered foothills decorate the scene.
In the darkness they will meet.
She who sees
No Necronomicon, for she believes
The spirits only come by sight
As well they might.
Raking fingers through the earth,
She clutches at something.
Taking time to peel off primordial wrappings.
Sisters bow their heads in reverence,
Restraining hands, for whosoever wears the stole
Will have control o’er death.
Trembling, full of apprehension
She lifts her arms to the heavens
Moonshine down upon the clearing
Responds to her calling, fleeing.
By the Clavicule of Solomon
We command: Mortuus, let her go!
See on the crest, a gossamer shape is coalescing from the gloom.
A gust rising up, there’s something amiss, the air resounds, foretelling doom.
Mortuus, let her go, Mortuus.
Mortuus, let her go, back to us
Mortuus, let her go, Mortuus.
Mortuus, let her go...
On the rise, a gentle cry echoes.
On the ground, the Sisters hear the sound, alive.
Wond’ringly, they lift their heads to see.
Moonglow softly silhouettes the child, who then steps forth.
She who sees no longer sees,
But hears the wailing, drops to knee
For she who wore the mighty shawl
Has done what none have done before.
Clasping daughter to her chest,
A daughter safe from mortal rest
She’ll never see the child’s face
Small price to pay for life again.
Gratitude, O Mortuus,
You have returned this soul to us.
Ad Altare Mortuus.
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