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Howling is the wind

Twisted are the trees

Unearthed is the ground

As the moonlight shines

Your heart beats

Your fearful mind is now my macabre puppet

This is my forested garden of witchery and death

Enchanted necrosis you will take your last breath

Ghouls are entangled

Trees are mourning

Cadavaders are exhuming

The moonlight supremecy

Has prevailed

Your soul now incarcerated in a downward spell

This is my game of Wiccan Ministry

Now immortal, darkness runs through your veins

Through your veins...