Blåkulla's Meadow

Unto The Last Gate
 Drowning, I call her name
 By flowers of faith and urtication
 9 dreams will come in The House of Greensward Arcana
 I bleed this maelstrom under Hailstone's whitest grains
 Escryed from blood, these scars are made in Thy name
 To her voiceless voice I'm am enslaved
 To know, To see, I breathe... I am incomplete
 Betwixt Panaceæ and Pantrauma hang me from the Rowan tree
 In sacred heart Hecate-Selene
 In naked splendor she gives balance to wild grounds
 We are married by gold mycelium
 Running through the marrow of our Mother's tomb
 And the mind of The Father In the out pour of phantasmagoric jugulation
 Thy pain is beauty in burning of blood, Myrrh and Storax
 Peacock blue emanations uprooting the flora of our fate in the liminal horizon of death
 I call Thee O night-bellower
 Come unto my sacrifices and take your fill of love
 Fecundated locus feed my dreams
 From paradise of funeral grounds she holds my Heavens and holds my Hells
 Soothsaying purple lambent flames
 Osseous augury prophecy proclaim
 To know, To see, I breathe for knowledge old and new
 From cenote catacombs I pray for flight over Blåkulla's Meadow
 Divide me for love's sake over Eden's nude pastoral glow
 Cry for me sky before the unveiling of heaven's body
 By all I can give, urtication to rise the indwelling Nachtvolk seed germinating inside
 I bleed this maelstrom under Hailstone's whitest grains
 A kiss to the Amethyst for oracular powers of the holy death
 From paradise of funeral grounds I call Thee As I pass unto The Last Gate