The Divine Conclave

[Verse] As the moon ascends, shadows take their form A congregation gathers, steeped in ancient lore The air is thick with mystic chants and solemn prayers In this unholy union, our souls are laid bare [Verse 2] The pipe organ blares, a haunting melody Hurdy-gurdy drones, invoking ecstasy The blackest mass begins, a symphony of sin We dance amidst the flames, the passion deep within [Chorus] In the Divine Conclave, we bow before the night Lost in dark enchantment, we revel in the sight Candles flicker wildly, casting eerie light In this sacred festival, we surrender to the night