Call upon the night
The full moon bright
A fire lite to summon
The ancient witch
No toadtool or fake magic
In this dish
The wind whispers the enchanted words
No need to learn the ancient verbs
I call upon my sisters
Throughout the earth
Awaken again when you hear the word
The power of magic never dies
It's hidden behind so many eyes
The graves are only earlier days
One little crack in that wall
Then it all breaks
The power can never be contained
Always flowing always changing
I have opened my eyes
Let it flow through my body
Through my death and my life
I am one with the ancient light
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