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      anonim  

      Bardzo Panom dziękuję za odwagę i wysiłek - Polak szarak nie ociera się nawet o taki wysiłek, a szkoda - mogłoby być daleko lepiej tu mieszkać, gdyby nie oglądanie się wyłącznie na michę i okowitę (grill+bronks w promocji) odpowiedz

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      anonim  

      Besom Chant
      Besom, besom long and lithe
      Made from ash and willow withe
      Tied with thongs of willow bark
      In running stream at moonset dark.
      With a pentagram indighted
      As the ritual fire is lighted;
      Sweep ye circle, deosil,
      Sweep out evil, sweep out ill,
      Make the round of the ground
      Where we do the Lady's will.
      Besom, besom, Lady's broom
      Sweep out darkness, sweep out doom
      Rid ye Lady's hallowed ground
      Of demons, imps and Hell's red hound;
      Then set ye down on Her green earth
      By running stream or Mistress' hearth,
      'Till called once more on Sabbath night
      To cleans once more the dancing site. odpowiedz

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      anonim  

      Invocation to the Horned God
      By the flame that burneth bright,
      O Horned One!
      We call thy name into the night,
      O Ancient One!
      Thee we invoke by the Moon-led sea,
      By the standing stone and the twisted tree.
      Thee we invoke, where gather Thine own.
      By the nameless shore, forgotten and lone.
      Come where the round of the dance is trod,
      Horn and Hoof of the Goat Foot God!
      By moonlit meadow, on dusky hill,
      Where the haunted wood is hushed and still,
      Come to the charm of the chanted prayer,
      As the Moon bewitches the midnight air.
      Evoke thy powers that potent bide
      In shining stream and the secret tide,
      In fiery flame by starlight pale,
      In shadowy host that rides the gale.
      And by the ferndrakes, faerie haunted,
      Of forests wild and woods enchanted.
      Come, O Come!
      To the heartbeat's drum!
      Come to us who gather below,
      When the broad white Moon is climbing slow.
      Through the stars to the heavens' height,
      We hear thy hoofs on the wind of night!
      As black tree branches shake and sigh,
      By joy and terror we know thee nigh.
      We speak the spell thy power unlocks,
      At Solstice Sabbath and Equinox!" odpowiedz

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      anonim  

      HAIL, SATAN!
      [The invocator lowers the sword and the priest takes it
      from him. The invocator goes to the caged mouse and
      releases it.] odpowiedz

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      anonim  

      Co to k....?????? odpowiedz

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      anonim  

      @anonim: Co to kaczyński? odpowiedz