Luyện nghe bài hát Medusa and Hemlock

Dim the lights, the rites
the puerile cross away
We are gashing from a womb
Burning bright, dead of
Pyres a milky way
Lust is splashing the dark side of the

In the samhain
We lay in welcome by the gate
With the fold kiss
For soul returning
From the fecund
Where travesties congregate
With a stone wish
To see the wicker man

The wind, she
Through the of our hearts
Wreathed in
As she weaves her
We breathe,
Of the dark

and hemlock

Harvest past, fires
Ashen shades Halloween
We are set now to beherit the
Widdershins, death
To fashion fete to gallows
Sprites rising to rebirth

In the mist
We lay in by the western gate
With the five fold
For every soul
the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties
With a stone cold
To see the man burning

The wind, she
the forest of our hearts
Wreathed in
As she weaves her
We breathe,
Of the conquering

I will the knot of serpents in your hair
your face, then ascending marble stares
You shall pluck me, masked, from in despair
Tasting my blood that runs from worming like prayer

Under pagan veneer a fear
makes the stars
Grieve, to be
on this eve
When part of me chars a
Through your constellations

and hemlock

Back to black, crack
Rituals call
of demons rush insanity skies
Tread the salt, the dead
beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in humanity's

We who the candle by the vault
We who the candle on the cult