A woman in a long dress is walking through a forest

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In the midnight hour
,
under a pale moonlight
,
Whispers of the ancient ones
,
dancing in the night
.
Candles flicker
,
casting shadows on the wall
,
Summoning the spirits from the depths they call
.
Shadows of the coven
,
we rise from the deep
,
In the twilight's embrace
,
where the shadows creep
.
Underneath the veil
,
where the secrets lie
,
In the witching hour
,
we come alive
.
Through the forest dark
,
where the owls cry
,
Hidden paths of mystery
,
where the spirits fly
.
With the cauldron's brew
,
and the ancient spell
,
We weave our magic in a silent
,
secret swell
.
Echoes of the past
,
in a haunting refrain
,
We dance with the ghosts in the moonlit rain
.
Bound by the night
,
by the mystic's decree
,
In the circle of the shadows
,
we are set free
.
In the silence of the dawn
,
as the shadows fade
,
We retreat to the darkness
,
where the magic's made
.
Until the night returns
,
and the spirits sigh
,
We'll awaken once more
,
beneath the starlit sky
.
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