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The path of the dark druid

by Lughum

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The rise of the dark druid Crossing the abyss with fury. Tearing flesh, tearing the mind. Beating against the cliffs of the poisoned edge in the dark, until there was nothing left of being. Rupture with apparent reality, only debris. The four winds, sent by Lugh, scatter his remains, bursting life in thousands of pieces, the human's mental structure, desolation and a cold fire inside, emptiness, silence, darkness. And under the rainfall, the dark druid rises. Who has seen the druid's eyes in dark.
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Da lenda das donas Cantan as donas da lagoa sobor un druia ferido, perdeuse nas profundidades das fragas. A dor fendiase partindoo en anacos, ferida de ánima, a noite apertabao, mentres corría tralos lobos, compartindo caza, apresentando confrontacións. Din que na profundidade dos bosques escoitanse os seus ouveos de tristura coma tronos. Nas covas das serpes buscou os seus pasos (os pasos de Endovelico), logrou o maxico ovo negro das serpes. Falan de rituais escuros de sexo e terra. O camiño nocturno do druida.
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With sex we burn Brutal excitation, want to fuck. We merge at this night to raise our power, in honor of Lug, under the gaze of Cernunnos. In the clearing, I lick your nipples, delicious taste of your pussy fluids. My cock in your mouth, I feel like the energy is accumulated. The serpent of power wakes up when I penetrate you strongly, taking the pace, the wind in the trees with us. It rises for our columns. Accumulated power. Sexual organs in friction, creating heat, burning within. We fuck to be gods. My cum in your pussy was lubricating for the second function. with sex we burn, we are eternal gods.
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Meigallo en Samhain O derradeiro meigallo, feitizo de destino para o druida senlleiro. Noite de Samhain, as portas do alen ábrense, as ánimas entran no mundo dos vivos na noite maxica. No nemet do Eume, o ritual lévase a cabo. Seres famentos de enerxia o espreitan, mais o poder do Samhain protexe o meigo, noite de meigas, noite de poder. Desplázase como unha ánima pola terra dos espectros, Un aceno, unha marca para se topar no tempo de mortos. O derradeiro meigallo. Noite de Samhain.
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released January 20, 2013

painting cover: Thomas Cole

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