Satan, Father, Savior, Hear My Prayer... (Scene V) Lyrics

SCENE FIVE

DOROTHEA
Satan, father, saviour, hear my prayer
For my heart is full of glowing fire
That consumes my former life's last layer
Revealing my true will and desire
This very night these woods shall bear witness
To my Troth I pledge to ageless power
The source of all libidinous sweetness
Before which all the weak and meek cower

CHORUS OF NIGHT SPECTRES
Listen all, brethren of the night, listen
Who's coming here stark nak'd with feline walk?
Like a full moon lit rill her eyes glisten
Why seeks she entry here, quiet, let her talk

DOROTHEA
Devil's quiversful, night's sons and daughters
I've come to burn my precious life's tatter
To bathe my soul in fiery waters
And dash wild beyond the reason's clutter
Hence I spurn the virtuous paths I've stridden
To Lord Satan my respects I offer
Introduce me to the games forbidden
To be one of you may thy Grace confer

CHORUS OF NIGHT SPECTRES
Clear thy mind, make thy woes all bleak vanish
Clear thy body for the Witches' Supper
Clear thy spirit, low wants thou shalt banish
And day's chains thou shalt no longer suffer

(Vadoma appears suddenly and hands Dorothea a small vial of strange liquid)

VADOMA
Elixir made on night silvery blue
Belladonna berries, hemp, Syrian rue
And black hellebore, 'tis for thee - Crow's Bread
Drink and greet visions wondrous in their dread

(Dorothea drinks the liquid, Vadoma and apparitions disappear. A few moments later she begins to feel strange,
the landscape as if changes its shape and colours, and Dorothea feels like she's flying. Suddenly she finds herself in
a different place, probably somwehere deeper in the woods. There are many people around her. She can recognize
the miller, the grocer and his wife, the smith, and a few women from the village, young and old)

CHOIR OF VILLAGERS
Here the world without end has its entrance
May thy former life be dim remembrance

(The cunning man appears in the centre of the gathering)

OLD GEORGE
The crooked path leads far from lofty ways
Many phantoms of false aims thou must slay
Will thou dare to ride on moon's eerie rays
And hunt among the beasts of prey?
Do you want to join those who cast the curse
The disturbers of mundane universe?

DOROTHEA
I do, I do, with all my heart I do!
Grant me the wisdom of the chosen few

OLD GEORGE
Our cult knows the world is not what may seem
For those in slumber it's distempered dream
Thou shall learn how thy soul's path to reverse
And the world as thou know it to transgress

DOROTHEA
Passions of other men I truly scorn
To the tongues of the dark I am reborn
I pledge to serve thee for the good and ill
Possess me and then kill - that is my will

(the proper part of the ceremony begins...)