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Tonight the rain pours hermetic

In the mangrove, its Mabon night

Gathered to perform invocations

The warlocks start the ritual

Presence of spirits forbidden

Some are for good, some are for evil.

Suddenly the rain is no more

Across the sky, a fireball

Its ligth unveils a scene

Of witches and warlocks making the obscene

Presence of spirits forbidden

Some are for good, some are for evil.

Sorcery

Witches

Debauchery

Whit the warlocks of the mangrove

The spirits are very grateful

Our bodies are tired and weak

The carnal ritual is over

We are the warlocks of the mangrove.

We are the warlocks of the mangrove