As the evening spells were whispered,
And invoking words were told
The flames from the embers arose
By silent trees which were behold
Then a prophet, a wise man said...
I see a beast, burning down our temples,
Under a symbol of a cross-nailed man,
Killing our children, for we're all pagans,
He's not too far, from where now we stand...
And as Luna hid her silhouette behind the clouds,
From the dark, a christian stepped out...

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