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"coarse air of the wood - discard your skin - your pallid worm like vulnerability - coarse air of the wood - exchange your skin for pelt of dun and brindle luxury - a pentagram is burning in your eyes - and soft pale twists of wolf bane squeeze your heart - a grinding pain is writhing in your thighs - a crunch of bones proclaims the changes start - pirate of the flesh throw back your head and part your jowls to sing a lunar song - the forest paths are dark, the night is long."

-not mine but I'm not going to give it away.