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Into The Coven - Blood Ceremony
The season of the witch
Is autumn long
Weird silence falls
Upon the throng
They smoke black ***
With Saturn's bong
And blast our mind with evil song
I see witches in the sky
Flying toward a Quaalude eye
Visions of light
From the demons sun
Goat-headed serfs drink
To this dawn
A strange vintage brewed
In casks oblong
In a perfumed black mass
With reptile gongs
I see witches in the sky
Flying toward a Quaalude eye
I see witches in the sky
Flying toward a Quaalude eye
I see witches in the sky
Flying toward a Quaalude eye
