Decayed Thy Summoning
Once again into the night, I walk the heath once more.
Puks and Leprechauns our conciliation is eternal.
Renounced is the false god, almighty he is not.
Through dreams I saw reality, the wisdom thus revealed…
Bathing ourselves in the moonlight.
Witness now my deliverance.
My blood mingles with the ritual water.
Draw the circle with a dove’s bleeding heart.
My teeth on my flesh, to the wind the wound.
Invocations end the summoning…
Oh mighty Dark Angel which convey the fire.
Leader of the demoniac entities now come.
Grant me the keys of thy concealed worlds.
I shall face no death…
Come through the seven circles.
Take the seven bodies, create the forms…
“I am one of you, I belong to thee”…
My blood mingled with the ritual water.
The dove’s heart by the circle.
My wound healing by the whispering wind.
Invocations resound fading from the summoning…
