I raise the chalice
To my lips
A dark black liquid
Blood I sip

A lifeless carcass
Lies at my feet
My sister’s body
Cold dead meat

Dead chickens and puppies
Lying around
Limp wasted sacks
?? me they surround

I use their life-force
For my magick
Summon demons
To wreck havoc!




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