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‘t Is now the midnight hour,

I call upon the ancient power!

On the coming of the dawn:

Begone, begone, begone thou spawn!

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I invoke the winds of East and West,

bring with you what for all is best!

By the cold of North and heat of South,

do feed each and every mouth!

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From the Mother and from up high,

give us back our wings to fly.

Born in flesh, but soul supreme,

rise we shall on Moon’s cold beam.

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Open the gates to evermore,

peace will reign and damned be war!

Cruel tyrants, harken well,

heed this creed or go to hell!

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As is above, so be below,

In love’s embrace I bid you go.

Hear this spell of harmony.

Thus cast we, so mote it be!

 

 

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