Pagan Ritual (A Call To The About Ones)

At night under the full moon I evoke my ancestrals' strength I carry with me the strength of a thousand spirits I feel the southern winds touching my soul Awakening my primitive instinct Living in the nature and by the nature Protected by pagan gods Honoring a warrior's compromise At night, riding through the forest I see lights - i see the red fire I see beautiful witches chanting songs It's an important night - it's a sabbat Ancient spirits are evoked At a night of respect and contemplation Naked bodies fire and steel Magic echoes through the nocturnal mist