Beneath the moon's cold light we tread
To the call of the wild, where spirits are led
Through the mist, with silent cries
Elders' wisdom, in their eyes
Whispers of the past, guiding our path
Rituals ancient, in the aftermath
Embrace the dark, where legends sleep
In the heart of the woods, our secrets keep
Through the cryptic night's domain
Mystic chants, an old refrain