into the darkest forrest they go
dressed in black
dressed in coats

women of evil lust

unholy congregation


at the darkest hour
their torches they light

witches hour
infernal silence
they wait before the altar

chanting invocation

in a blaze of fire he stands

some horrid shape of a goat
each of them pay his hommage


osculum obscenum

white skin freezing in the moonshine

dance in a circle, wait for turn
wine like black clotted blood
drink!!!