My cauldron evaporates a ghost of yore faceless at first
More angered then before
Shub Niggurath...Hecate...all those named ye Night towards ye visions am I to glide

Hexe Niggurath...come within my soulside
Decadent beauty...keep ye sun hid
towards ye spheres am I to glide
slowly strideth forth (my sidhe) over the nebular woodpath - unlit...

Hexe...Niggurath... Hexe...Niggurath...

Hear me now...dryad...like demoness sitting in a tree
This autumn Zephyr - the very breath of Thee cleansing me
Whilst deep therein Thy body Undead
(green) Grimwoods namely facing mine altar
I standeth in that queer sphere...
...of damask lethargy