a black cloath of forbidden wisdom to ride the night in fullmoona€™s celebration the wind has stopped ita€™s whisper-like humming ita€™s calm before the storm
forest so vast and beautiful its shades witnessing the dance of those once human now just bleak of before been shall they become what theya€™ve foreseen
why do they gather to that macabre dance? around the darkened bonfires glance witches dancea€¦
a€œoh, streaming winds, give me thine strength give me thine mighty storms i am the queen whom the light shall dreada€¦ enchantress from the heathen northa€
again ita€™s the time of the summoning a woman is granted with ravenwings to fly through the skies so bright and to land where the seas throw their might
paths that lead to the darkest woods see them cast their mourning spells for those not knowing what is grace shall not die with witchesa€™ embrace
