The night is damp and cold
trought the mist and fog we road
in the lead of a candles light
to our coven we set our sight
the wispers and hum reach us neer
a feeling of high power set us in fear
the voices are in pray for their own gain
an oder filles the air
something rothing and dead
we finaly come close to sight
a sacrifice was made
as the dark figures' hands held high
a beastly figure rose to the dark sky
it was more of smoke then flesh alive
a loud laugh filled my head so in denile
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