At the dark and mystic feast
An open space in the wood
All enlightened by the flames of candles
The night of nights starts to howl
From all corners of the region
The pagans came to get their share
As the ritual starts they see
Entrails ripped from a newborn sheep
The mighty screams of an enchanted beast
The folklore dance of the witch is done
As the happening turned into an orgy
The quenching moonlight starts the day