Widdershins and hence we go,
to the mountain and path therefrom.
By the wind I do arrive,
and always attract a wicked thing.
When I prick my tumb,
life of dead shall be present.
But not yet
wickedness by wind comes hence!
Come thee now or never,
a request once singularly.
Find me now or find me never
the Ancient Ones shall bring me whether.
Find me now you still can,
the witch dwells only on the battlefield.
When war is done I am gone
and the world shall be made whole.
Come now thither
meet me in the selected place
Hide and hide the sacred words,
which I will press upon thy tongue.
None shall hear our whisper,
when invisible I speak.
The cloak of illussion shall be set
and of our union evil is met.
Come thou hither
come thou hence.
Come now meet me
lest thy forget!
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