Three warlocks and nine witches have gathered for the summoning of Devil in the tenebrious glade within Nebelforst on Sabbath. Bodeful thunderous Night. The warlocks boil the loathsome ointment in the silvern cauldron, tapestried with pelt and glyphscored with druids hierograms. They troll incantations and stir the potion at the same time. The rite of Invocation begins! Thrice the branded cat hath mewd. Thrice, and once the hedgepig whind. Harpier cries, tis time, tis time. Round bout the cauldron go In the poisond entrails throw. Toad, that under frosty stone, Days and nights, has thirty one Swelterd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i th charmed pot... with rot! Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog Adders fork, and blindworms sting, Lizards leg, and howlets wing For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hellbroth, boil and bubble. Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witchs mummy, maw, and gulf Of the ravind saltsea shark Root of hemlock, diggd i th dark Liver of blaspheming jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew, Sliverd in the moons eclipse Nose of Turk, and Tartars lips Finger of birthstrangled babe, Ditchdeliverd by a drab, Make the gruel thick, and slab. Add thereto a tigers chaudron, For th ingredients of our cauldron. Cool it with a baboons blood, Then the charm is firm and good. First warlock By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes Open locks, whoever knocks. In lieu of any fiend from netherworld Sabbat evoked by incantations and hellbrothirrigation the mighty spirit of the dead gothic king Germanareh. Weening that its someone of archfiends, the witches were improvising the ritual dance around the dazed ghost. The supreme warlock frowned ordinees into doing the kiss of shame. The Kings spirit set to improve by the puissant spellcraft of that coven. When his besotted tendance had finished this darksome solemnization of demonolatry Germanareh bid them to summon acolytes for him the spirits of those mounts as he titled them. He cerebrated that while the warlocks were summoning the pucks as they bethought they would revive the departed gothic warriors, which inearthed upon that tumulus too. Theyll resurge and minister their almighty sovereign anew. O well done, I commend your pains, And every one shall in the gains And now about the cauldron sing Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in I am King!
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