A deed without a name
Three talismans grant the dark powers.
Search for the archaic rhymes.
Speech of the elder ones.
Dark half of the year, the rites shall begin with the full moon.
Autumn’s equinox, the night of the dead.
Sacrificial knife of white handle is hidden (
Solo:
Hazy fog)
Rise the black hilted dagger to drive the telluric energy, let the blood fill the runes of the blade as a blasphemy.
Nothing is but what is not.
Magic mirror show the way filled by the light of the moon.
The living cauldron is ready for the arrival.
Though you untie the winds and trees are blown down.
Though castles topple even till destruction sicken.
Nothing is but what is not.
