Ignition Eben Pagan Hot! Now
So let the spark catch in the grove, on the moss-grown altar, under the horned moon.
The remembers: fire is older than temples, older than the word “sin.” ignition eben pagan
Not a prayer — a kindling. If you meant something else (e.g., a misspelled band name, a local folk term, or an experimental music cue), please clarify, and I’ll adjust the piece accordingly. So let the spark catch in the grove,
Strike the flint against the stone — black as the old god’s tongue, dense with centuries of unspoken names. on the moss-grown altar
An incantation for the threshold
