Paroles de Of Blackest Witchcraft
Come, infernal, terristial, and heavenly hostsGoddess of the (broad) high ways, of the crossroads
Thou who goest (to and fro) at night, torch in hand
Enemy of the day, friend and lover of darkness
Thou who art walking amid the phantom and in the place of tombs
Thou whose thirst is blood
Thou who dost strike chill fear into mortal heart
Gorgo, mormo, moon of a thousand forms
Cast a propitious eye upon our sacrifice
Thou whose thirst is blood
Thou who dost strike chill fear into mortal heart
Gorgo, mormo, moon of a thousand forms
Cast a propitious eye upon our sacrifice
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