Witches from Madrugada by Gloom Wizard

Walking in the forest, the path in the moonlight pale,
Towards the circle, black mass, where they dance and wail,
They look up at skies containing eerie mystery,
Opened by rites and spells writ in ecstasy,

Naked figures in the shadows of the flames,
Writhing, riding the many names,
Naked figures in the shadows of the flames,
Writhing, riding the many names,

Broomsticks and bare flesh, the call to a delicious life,
Sabbaths in darkness so eldritch, devoted to night,
Potions they steep from grimoires from their hallowed tomes,
The stars are witness to acts coven-kept unknown,

Naked figures in the shadows of the flames,
Writhing, riding the many names,
Naked figures in the shadows of the flames,
Writhing, riding the many names,

The dawn in the wood finds naught but ash and blood,
No trace of maidens, old crones, in the pungent mud,
Cat tracks and owl’s breath, wild herbs, scent of sweat so sweet
Lingers on cool air, wet soil, tramped by unshod feet

Naked figures in the shadows of the flames,
Writhing, riding the many names,
Naked figures in the shadows of the flames,
Writhing, riding the many names,

• Alternative
• Rock
• goth
• gothic
• metal
• post-punk
• Guadalajara