Within my Cold dreams,
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I rise unto a dark moonless sky and through the dark,
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I see the distant flames, the torch-lit crossroads
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where the sender of nightly visions dwells the Ancient roads.
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I hail to thee, Hecate. I embrace your visions of the night.
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Weaver of the web that guides me through the astral planes.
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Accept the black slave sacrifice.
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I hail to thee, night riding goddess.
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Upon the shrine beneath the light of the full moon,
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I place the offering before thee, deity of magick and prophecy.
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Oh, Trinitarian goddess of witches.
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Whisper unto thee, the dark secrets of Sorcery.
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And through my dreams thou has sent me
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visions of the heavens, the Earth and the Underworld.
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Thou has opened the eye upon my brow, I gaze out with prophecy,
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I gaze through the eye of Draconis upon the cold and dismal nocturnal visions,
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to stars unseen by man - I cast forth thy fanged tendrils through thy serpent eye -
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And within the night's veil, I invoke the 3 fold goddess.
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With the face of a Serpent the face of a horse and the face of a dog.
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Hecate of the night appears before me.
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Let us commune with the secrets of fire, under the darksome moonless night.
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Hecate, she who sends visions of the night entrance me with your might.
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I invoke to thee unto thine circle and sacrifice the black lamb,
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spilling the blood upon your altar, I cry forth your sacred names -
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guide me through the Web of Wyrd, unto the victims I haunt -
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I shall gather the life blood through the night from the slave race to sacrifice.
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Hail unto thee Nocturne Goddess I embrace your visions in blood
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Sender Of Nocturnal Visions
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| Crimson Moon |
