Black candles dance to an overture
but I am drawn past their flickeringlure
to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
where the vigilanttrees push out of the womb

I sip the blood-red wine
my thoughts weighheavy with the burden of time
from knowledge drunk from the fountain oflife
from Chaos born out of love and the scythe
the forest beckons withher nocturnal call
to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
where thebindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn
in the dark, odiferousearth

We embrace like two lovers at death
a monument to the trappingof breath
as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
to drop roseson my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
and theperfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
to learn from the dark and thevoices between

This is my will...

The forest whispers myname...again and again

I walk the path
to the land of the DarkImmortals
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
as the wild huntcareers through the boughs

Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moonof the woods we kiss

Artemis be near me
in the arms of the ancientoak
where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
and the horned, hidden one isre-invoked

The principle of Evil
evolution has beenrecalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...Inthe whispering forest