The light of the moon guides me feet,
Through the woods,
With my coven I must meet.
The Stars guard my way,
Darkness all around,
The shadows by my side will stay.
A great fire in the dark,
Spirits watch,
Magick has begun to spark.
Our spell we must sing,
Our energy will rise,
Magick, o magick, what a beautiful thing.
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