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Nocturnal cold, the winds of nature breathe

ceremonial fires, circle of hands has gathered

candle mediation, invoke the deity

flame of inspiration, trance away mortality

Unorthodox beliefs

Open your mint, empire of the body

ritual chants, beneath the hidden moon

cauldron burns, for life is blood

lord supreme accept thee from above

Pure essence

Keeper Of the mystic realm

weep for our sorrow

cleanse us with the talisman

reborn into tomorrow

Aurora burns in the skies

the dark season is near

winter stars begin to fade

dreams of the solstice

Morning Sun, the rays luminate the forest

fires have died, the river still flows

shadows vanish into the passing clouds

remembering the night of the Winter solstice

Bizarre Tranquility