In the clearing, a soft glow is seen Burning embers amidst an evil gathering Closer still, a murmuring drone echoes Through the once tranquil forest Chants of devellish blasphemy Are heard from the gathering Voices raised to the ancient serpent With delight and disgust he listens Appalled by ignorant summoring He knows their fate if the Evil deeds should remain Diabolical summoring be still! Unholy chants; be terminated Still the echoes, nocturnal silence