We crossed into Louisiana Right about witching hour The energy there Invades the aura Years of compacted sorrow Combined with the Old ways of root doctors And esoteric power
You take the Hoodoo To the crossroads
We're in the back roads Of Monroe They talk to you there Ya know
I put my bare feet To the swampy grasses At the railroad tracks Illuminated by the waxing moon
Hail Hecate! We envoke thee Commit this wax and ash To the earth Blessed be )0(
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