In the clearing, a soft glow is seen
Burning embers amidst an evil gathering
Closer still, a murmuring drone echoes
Through the once tranquil forest

Chants of devellish blasphemy
Are heard from the gathering
Voices raised to the ancient serpent
With delight and disgust he listens

Appalled by ignorant summoring
He knows their fate if the
Evil deeds should remain

Diabolical summoring be still!
Unholy chants; be terminated

Still the echoes, nocturnal silence