Smoke from the candles rose, to the thatched roof above
Underneath it robed figures waited
They drew the rites in black sand on the ground
And breathed deep of the Old Gods sacred herb
In came the sacrifice
A female child dressed all in white
Bearing the symbol of our unholy lord
They lay her on the table
Using a stone knife they cut into her
Addled by the drugs the child makes not a sound
Gently she drifts away
But what the cultists find, they did not wish to find
Entity of smoke and blood