The tree is one god

The moon another

She shines down on us

As our chanting rises

Rises up


Up through the tress

Smoke from the fire

Rising up

6:00 is the time for magick

We're in the middle of

A big Indiana yard

8 seconds feels like a blissful


We will never be abandoned

We are one

Magick flows through our veins

The tree id one god

The moon another

We witches will fly through this night

And once again

Feel the wonder of the world