With my staff by my side, and my Shadows in my satchel, I look to the day when We will not be shunned. Once we did celebrate, dancing and eating, gazing into the bonfire; but then came the Hypocrites, calling us daemons, insulting our god as evil, and denying the Goddess existence. No more do we dance, for the song has ended; and the words have died on our lips. But we look to the day, when even they will say "They were right." And we will sing on...
