(Verses of her Black Magic Poetry
...for those to reach immortality!)
Come!
Join the blasphemous ride to the sacred hill
Towards the plateau of ancient ceremonies
Come see the witches dance!
Thirteen naked whores in deep satanic trance
Listen!
Her chanting voice whispers with the wind
To gather the unholy Coven
Thirteen they are - in a burning circle
Surrounding the altar of human sacrifice
The mistress of the night holds the swords
High under the starlit sky
Drinks the bloodwine as her skin turns pale
Feel the cold of Death - feel her hate!
Blessed with curse of her dominion
Driven by bloodhunger and lust
(for ritual fullfillment)
They will hunt down and kill
...the lambs of god!
(Poetry: Nosophoros)