The rite is almost ready, got a little left to do
Intensify the prayers for it's coming above you
The sun has already gone now
There's nowhere to run to
The moon is bright and clear, and we're going right on cue
We run around the corners searching that which we don't own
We open hand of something and let it with the flow
The stick is is slowly withering, my will had crushed down
I bow down to the wizard, allow me to reach out
In this crooked village, years from now
Wise women were burn in firepits on the church lands
They live 'till now, reborn with all hate to spare