Ceremony Of Thirteen Black Witches کے بول

From the forest I hear my name The wind rustles the leaves My name is being called Into the darkness I descend Further into the abyss I wander From far beyond the trees I see... Bright light shining Electricity fills the air I creep through the wilderness Focusing on the light Being drawn towards it The forest is ablaze Surrounded by light Through the trees I see... A circle of twelve dark figures Their pale skin reflects the light I am blind Their long dark locks surround me I am bound I am drawn into the circle The ceremony begins