The chilly night and the pale eerie moon
I felt the power overcome me as the roundness grew full
I stood under the oak tree in my solemn black robe
Waiting for someone like me to come along
In the distance I saw flickering candle light
Closer and closer I approached the burning flame
I heard wicked laughters and tortured screams
A practice similar to my own
And from someone just like me
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