There are some who find comfort in the shadows.
Who strive to comprehend the mysteries.
Who find solace in the silence of a winter night.
Who sing softly to the crone.
We are the Dark Pagans, children of the Dark Mother.
Apply Flying Ointment, let it soak
Turn off lights in the bathroom
Take a shower in the dark
Enjoy an amazing shower.
Oh bah. Nevermond. I know.