Evol

Moon... is black tonight
Silence... is mantling every sound
Shadows... coming down the hills
Fires... are burning in the clearing
Witches... are dancing... ghosts around the pot
Crying... praying... summoning the Witchlord
Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end.
Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength.
Windblows... shaking the treetops
Lightning... flashing through the (clear) sky
Thunder... frightening men asleep
Black shapes... coming out the pot
Witches... are bowing... boneless before the dark smoke