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!!!