Incantation Vi Lyrics

And now she sat alone in the concealment of the night
She was hungry now to liberate the writings from their
cage
The glimmer of a feeble moon provided her with light
As she opened up the cover and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die
Fly soul for your body must die

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