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At dusk the circle is open

The itching feeling beckoning me with eager sins

Like harpy melodies burning hungered ears

Peeling away all that may be

Summoning, wishing…longing

For the cold embrace of night

my shadowed love, a spell of protection

Blood song

Blood song

To cull the ancient urges

Blood song

Blood song

To guide by ancient wisdom

Blood song

Blood song

Into fates hands

May our crimson libation

Comfort and protect

Farewell, beloved. Farewell.