As the moon begins to rise, The beings gather together.
One by one the candles are lit,
And soon the figure in the middle is seen.
Tied down on the ground,
The girl is surrounded.
A chant arises from the crowd,
And the flames grow taller.
With one final word and the downswing of a knife, 
The girl’s life is gone.
One by one the candles go out,
And the beings walk away leaving one candle lit.
Soon, that flame goes out leaving only a wisp of smoke in the air.