Bardzo Panom dziękuję za odwagę i wysiłek - Polak szarak nie ociera się nawet o taki wysiłek, a szkoda - mogłoby być daleko lepiej tu mieszkać, gdyby nie oglądanie się wyłącznie na michę i okowitę (grill+bronks w promocji)
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anonim() 2022-09-02 17:17:560
Besom Chant Besom, besom long and lithe Made from ash and willow withe Tied with thongs of willow bark In running stream at moonset dark. With a pentagram indighted As the ritual fire is lighted; Sweep ye circle, deosil, Sweep out evil, sweep out ill, Make the round of the ground Where we do the Lady's will. Besom, besom, Lady's broom Sweep out darkness, sweep out doom Rid ye Lady's hallowed ground Of demons, imps and Hell's red hound; Then set ye down on Her green earth By running stream or Mistress' hearth, 'Till called once more on Sabbath night To cleans once more the dancing site.
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anonim() 2022-09-02 17:16:200
Invocation to the Horned God By the flame that burneth bright, O Horned One! We call thy name into the night, O Ancient One! Thee we invoke by the Moon-led sea, By the standing stone and the twisted tree. Thee we invoke, where gather Thine own. By the nameless shore, forgotten and lone. Come where the round of the dance is trod, Horn and Hoof of the Goat Foot God! By moonlit meadow, on dusky hill, Where the haunted wood is hushed and still, Come to the charm of the chanted prayer, As the Moon bewitches the midnight air. Evoke thy powers that potent bide In shining stream and the secret tide, In fiery flame by starlight pale, In shadowy host that rides the gale. And by the ferndrakes, faerie haunted, Of forests wild and woods enchanted. Come, O Come! To the heartbeat's drum! Come to us who gather below, When the broad white Moon is climbing slow. Through the stars to the heavens' height, We hear thy hoofs on the wind of night! As black tree branches shake and sigh, By joy and terror we know thee nigh. We speak the spell thy power unlocks, At Solstice Sabbath and Equinox!"
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anonim() 2022-09-02 17:10:180
HAIL, SATAN! [The invocator lowers the sword and the priest takes it from him. The invocator goes to the caged mouse and releases it.]
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