Motionless is the corpse in the grave But flames from the ground seem to come out In the churchyard tonight magic lights I can see the spirits of the Dead wandering quiet... Occult art practised under the great light To evoke the force trapped underground Come to us, come to us Arise! Come to us tonight! I feel a presence Obscure eyes Watching me I'm scared by new life Ignis fatuus Ignis fatuus "In the chapel a portion of the marble floor Had been torn up, for it was desired to touch The naked earth with the bare feet, and draw her powers Directly up from their volcanic stratum. In this sulphur the magick circle had been drawn With a two-pointed stick, and the grooves thus made Had been filled with charcoal powder. It was not a true circle, no figure of sanctity And perfection might enter in that accursed rite..."