Under the Skyward Watch of Luna

In the light of moon, I stand on hollow ground Ancient Symbols are inscribed all around As spirits roam, an unknown aura surrounds me Whispers calling out from the surrounding darkness Lost souls gather ‘round to embrace the darkness Reciting ancient oaths that all mortals fear With inverted pentagrams etched on hands so pale They invoke the power that the darkness contains Conjuring incantations lost to time Summoning forces both foul and fair Under the skyward watch of Luna Darkest desires are yet to prevail Basking under the pale moonlight We manifest nightmares and haunting dreams Within in this dark enchanting might Liberation becomes our rite