Coven
Dancing in the dead of night,
Howling at the moon,
Calling to Beelzebub,
Hoping he'll be there soon.
Waiting for the ignoble Beast
To come with his hounds of Hell;
Preparing for him a virgin feast,
Awaiting the sound of Satan's bell.
Spinning into a frenzied state,
Sweating blood before the dawn,
Each one offering to be his mate;
The crucible of the Devil's spawn.
But soon...
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