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