Make clear the wooded path
For we carry with us a blight
A scourge upon our people
That cannot take hold
This cannot take hold

Come upon the still waters of the lake
Await this truest of all baptisms
We are gathered here today
At this black mass
Before the eyes of God
To condemn

Free though beware
Reason be damned
Let all view our holiness
Amen

March into the water
Hands bound
Forced down
A dark hood blocking all light and hope
Water slowly fills the lungs
Extinguishing the flame of life
As the last breath escapes this mortal form

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