Massive amounts of sacrificial blood drips, a Warlock chants, a spell lights candles and braziers, pages of a Great tome flip, blood ceaselessly drips, His pact with demons a thousand souls spent to bring back his true Love. based on an old poem I wrote.
My Dahlia black is your heart,
The gods have chosen to rip us apart.
Your pale soft flesh sprawled across this altar,
I have undertaken this quest I shall not falter.
Fie you gods! You're meddling is all for naught,
It is too late to stop me and these I've spells wrought.
With my magic and my might nothing can stop this Unholy rite,
I summon you forth from the Abyss, you will rise this night.
Avé My Dahlia return to your body tortured soul!
Avé My Dahlia Avé! You shall be remade whole.
Now draw in your first breath,
Arise I have returned you from death.
Ah, Blackhearted Dahlia, Visio Malefica, Mine.
Sit on your throne and reign as my Queen for all time.
-Beast A powerful Warlock attempts to bring his love back to life. Good soundscape for dungeons and dragons, or witchy ambience. I hope you enjoy.
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