Lunar Sacrament from Nocturna by Einfallen

Under the pale, unholy glow,
The circle forms, the shadows grow.
Carved in stone, the sigils gleam,
A forbidden rite, a waking dream.

The winds howl low, the trees bow down,
A chant begins—a dreadful sound.

"Rise, oh flame, from depths untold,
Break the chains, unleash the old!
By blood, by bone, by whispered vow,
Under the moon, we call thee now!"

The earth splits wide, a ghastly birth,
From cracks below spills ancient mirth.
The stars retreat, the sky turns black,
The night devours, there’s no way back.

Candles flicker; the circle’s broken,
The cursed tongue of doom is spoken!
Hands reach skyward, pleading grace,
But none shall leave this haunted place!

"Rise, oh flame, from depths untold,
Break the chains, unleash the old!
By blood and bone, by whispered vow,
Under the moon, we call thee now!"

A silence falls—a final cry,
The rite fulfilled, the watchers die.
The moon, now red, hangs low and grim,
A hymn of loss, a haunting scene.

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