[03:45.00]The grating noise of horned owl emphasises the dark
[03:45.00] My only beacon in oblivion
[03:45.00] Now when I'm one with this mystic web
[03:45.00] Wherein dimensions bled to one
[03:45.00]
[03:45.00] The fivefold kiss again
[03:45.00] The lips that seal the vow
[03:45.00] The feeling, that feeling
[03:45.00]
[03:45.00] Here I stand
[03:45.00] Where the witches sing their hymns
[03:45.00] Full of tangled allegory
[03:45.00]
[03:45.00] The atheme
[03:45.00] One of the tools of art
[03:45.00] Which reveals the lore
[03:45.00] The ancient craft
[03:45.00] That hides in my heart
[03:45.00] Acknowledged and exposed
[03:45.00]
[03:45.00] The pain
[03:45.00] Of the two initiations
[03:45.00] Already made sense
[03:45.00] It illustrates our goal
[03:45.00] To create a new world
[03:45.00] With my bare hands