Decayed

Ceremonial cleansing

Decayed
A cool breeze whispers on this night. The Moon bath us with her silvery light. On the clearing we gather to celebrate. By the witching hour we shall open the gate…
Ceremonial cleansing. Cleansing of the body…
But for now our garments fall at our feet. Nether-powers warm us with infernal heat. The cleansing water sweetens the air. And we are welcomed by the witch so fair…
Ceremonial cleansing. Cleansing of the body. Ceremonial cleansing. Cleansing of the mind…
Preparing to welcome the Master of Hell. The High-Priest chimes the calling bell. We wait to hear the names not revealed. For we know that for now we are concealed. Purifying incenses cleanse both body and soul. All now gather at the sound of the final toll…
Ceremonial cleansing. Cleansing of the body. Ceremonial cleansing. Cleansing of the mind. Ceremonial cleansing…
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