As the moon begins it’s ascent

While darkness creeps across the lands

The time for nocturnal slumber

Prevails close at hand

Go forth vicious rabble

With the fires and the pitchforks

Lay waste to all that is around

Disregard the ancestral commands

Why must they resist

The traditions of the ancient ways

Enduring vociferous decrees

Inviting ardent punishment

Brushing bleached dentition

Ingest the ritualistic medicine

Don thy pernicious raiment

And enter nefarious repose