The Lunar Bisection; Sect of the Barrows

(Whispers in an archaic language) The midnight sheen, alights upon flesh. Hidden away in cliffs of Dor. A lunar pool casts change to those who ask for more. The Sect of the Barrows, looks down at the sky, Moonlight captured in sea distilled. It catches the eye, and a change from inside, Can be felt turning, churning without end. The Sect of the Barrows, denied The pursuit of knowledge untested, Meet in secret to hide The truth of the forbidden rites They contrived. Bisection of beast and man , Two lives Joined in one Since the dawn of time. The Moon serves as blade Cut deep inside. eviscerate the great divide. Rebirth what lies inside. Torn away from inside, The fibers push out from the skin. A twisting of limbs, Nothing will remain. The silhouette from before, Has suffered a change. The bisection of man and beast, The moonlight is the blade. The Bisection of man and beast, The moonlight is the blade. The bisection of man and beast, The moonlight is the blade. The Bisection of man and beast, The moonlight is the blade. (Cursed howls) A curse, now released The world shall not rest. The midnight light shall infest. The beast, now escaped, Roams the land looking to feast. A danger that knows no sleep, Afflicts nightmares. Oh, It crawls through the night, Afflicting sleeplessness across the lands. What horrors lurk in the shadows. Feasting upon the dead. The livings’ safety is naught, For a hunt is part of the game. This change, passed down upon the living, Those unlucky enough to survive. The beast writhing deep down inside, is released to live out its life. Oh, This change, a curse upon the prey