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The wind through the trees whisper their secrets obscene

Of a systematic decline that you knew all along

The allure of magic for gain becomes a black obsession

But your grasp of the spells leaves much to be desired

You search for someone with more dark knowledge

You should've stopped while your soul was still clean

Infernal majesty denied

The alchemists suicide

On the alter stands a cross it's message full of pain

The candles glow cast a spell all it's own

Incense smoke creates an erotic fantasy

Writhing bodies entwined sacreligiously

Your loss of innocence felled with taintedlust

The aura once golden now crowned with thorns

The spirit you summoned has told you a lie

You have no idea it wants you to die

Puzzled with questions of asking invite

Your naivety will soon end your life

Your life starts to disintergrate

For the painting on the floor seals your fate

The spirit in contact starts to gain your trust

Memories spilled for of condolence

But truth be told he wants your soul

I........Invite.........You........Inside