Witchgods and spirits serve in this craft
Evoked by the seven libations
The sons, the brothers, the great horned
Igniting the gnosis
Witchflame goddess
I call thy transformations
Through the lunar gates to the darkened sun
Infuse into the cellular flesh
Infuse into the depths of mind
Your possession work opens
Paths to the nightside
Into infernal empyrean worlds
The consumption of your elixir
Opens the seven gates
Spiritual essence manifatation
Pouring through each gate
Permeating the worlds beyond infusion
Of occult kalas and self awakening
Witchgods and spirits serve in this craft
Evoked by the seven libations
The sons, the brothers, the great horned
Igniting the gnosis
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