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Staring Into My Cast Iron Cauldron

Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white Fire of witches, fire with switches bright I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead. My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me. I am ready to join you in the black cavern under the sea.

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