Act I: THE COVEN IS ALIVE Opening scene: A small Village cradled by deep dark woods and mountains. Autumn storms roar in the darkening evening. Town meeting takes place at sundown. Old man: I remember it was 22 years ago. They thrived amongst our village. I remember it well, when the Sun burnt blood red and the Moon shone in glossy silver. Our Village became our tomb and our tombs became our hell. (Old man continues): In that dark time, when the Dead would not submit to their final rest but rose up and terrorized the living That was the time when the Witches from the Hilltop House offered their help Old Witch #1: Old is this curse, old, wicked and bound by blood Dark deeds need to be done to remove this mark that looms over your Village. It requires a sacrifice… Town Sheriff: Do what needs to be done. This wickedness cannot go on! Our crops rot in the fields and our hunters fear the Forest with lengthening shadows. Old Witch#2: Blood it requires to remove this evil spell. Blood of a first-born baby, offered for the Dewill. Who will you choose, for this sacrifice must be done soon? Town Council: The old Whore Nancy and her daughter born of Sin! She is responsible for this heresy! She is the answer, a way out of this misery... Old Witch #1: Sheriff! Your first-born child we take as well... as payment for our affair. Blood for blood as they say... Town Council: (The Sheriff resists but townsfolk overpower him) FINE. So be it!... Narrator: ...said the Town Council for the Dewill shall not win...So the first-born daughter was sacrificed and her blood bled to the burial ground. And the Dead rose nevermore... But they were foolish and afraid... so they betrayed the Witches. ...and the Payment was never fulfilled.

Act II: BETRAYAL AT THE OLD HOUSE Market square at the center of town it is late at night. 22 years ago. A mob is gathering. Town Council: We must cast those harlots out of our village! What sorcery goes on upon that old house on the Hilltop Rites of evil magick, a Sign of Doom glooms over our village They want the Sheriff’s child and God knows what next. Narrator: With scythes and torches they came To lit the Old House with flame Anger and fear in their eyes Flames will cleanse all of their lies!! ...To justify their actions to God they offered the Witches a second chance... Town Sheriff: Remove the Dewill from your hearts and accept the word of Christ No harm will come to you if you turn to our God and let my child be unharmed. Narrator: ...but it was too late. Some hateful villager had already set the place on flame… ...and so burnt down the Old House on the hilltop... ...And their screams filled the night sky...

Act3: WITCHES DANCE Town meeting coming to closure. Night with moonlight shining. Present day. Old man: We tried to forget our wickedest deeds. All Prayers were sent to forgive our sins. We were misled by Dewill and the Whores with their rites. But God guided us to the true path of righteousness So we destroyed the devils and their nest! It gave our village its peaceful rest Narrator: But all could not rest Christine, a daughter of a whore Just a Girl, burning-night born She took her first breath When hilltop screams where silenced by death (Narrator continues) What awful dreams she sees Burning fires behind the trees Others gather around flickering flames. Starting to dance naked around the fire. Just behind the light something moves in the shadows Flames raise forming figures She tries to run and flee but dark shadows rise And drag her back into flames All sang words without sane meaning She wakens with screams Christine's Mother: You have to fight against your demons for I fear for your soul! Those voices who call from the ruins it is home of the ghouls You must go there and banish them with Holy Water I pray The Lord to keep you safe and guide your road in the Night...

Act4: BLACK GOD IN THE SHADOWS Christine in the woods. She's facing her demons and grasping the bottle of holy water in her hand. Narrator: Hilltop Ruins, a terrible reminder of wicked betrayal After 22 years no one really sees because all fear even to look At those charred and scorched ruins where nothing lives All is maybe forgotten but nothing is forgiven All alone walking the old abandoned road Holy water burning her hand and her feet so heavy Wind blowing fast against branches, hitting her face She tumbles to the rocks and falls… The Bottle hits the ground and shatters to pieces. Broken glass makes her hand bleed Voice from the ruins: Your whore mother and her weak prayers won’t help you here For this is the Dewill's realm where the shadows grow long Open your mind and your legs like good mother's heir And give yourself to me! For this is the Dewill's realm where the shadows grow long Open your legs like good mother's heir Narrator: In trance Christine walks closer to the ruins of the old house There she finds stairs to the cellar, a deep dark hole in the ground From that hole comes red glowing light like a beacon to go under dark Surrounded by destruction and chaos there is a table made from black stone Voice from the ruins: Fire burns back and forth From the shadows rise a court Daughter of a whore, nothing worth Innocent blood reveals the Port Narrator: On the table untouched, unharmed, lies a golden medallion Strange carvings on the surface and red glow surrounding it Christine grasps the medallion on her bloody hand and feels a burning pain She sees rising flames and hears words of the Old Bane Old Witches: Fire burns back and forth From the shadows rise the court Daughter of whore, nothing worth Innocent blood reveals the Port Wake us! Wake us! Ignite the ritual! Follow the Goat!

Act5: SIGNA STELLARUM NIGRARUM Christine hears the voices in the Woods. Driven by the medallion she starts to perform a strange rite Narrator: Three sisters in sin complete They dance in the circle Under forest, black stars and moonlight What once was banished and fallen What once was denied Is now calling… Moon shedding its pale skin The end of Sabbath draws near Her hand goes down to her vessel And she takes the Dewills name

Act6: LOVER MOON RITUAL Town, sheriffs house. His daughter is close to giving birth to her first-born. Narrator: Old bastard sheriff is waiting the news His only daughter should give birth to her first child A Scream! The baby is born! Exhausted new mother falls asleep with her new daughter Voice from ruins: There is a newborn child in the village Go and get her. We need her! Go with the goat It will lead you to the right house Narrator: Dark is the path guided by the Goat Clouds hide the moon Dark is the path guided by the Goat Shadows disguise the capture (Forest chants around Christine) Old Witches: Lover of Moon -Follow the Goat - Lover Of Moon From the Shadows, now fulfill your oath Sheriff’s daughter: Where is she! O God hear my plea My baby is taken! Why am I forsaken! Old Witches: Lover moon ritual Lover moon ritual Narrator: Medallion on her neck screaming child in her hands Christine is staring in the fire... ...what flames take - can flames bring back... Words flow through her mouth. Words from old forgotten language Child hangs head down from her hand. Old ugly knife now in other Blade lash tender flesh Blood flows and flames grow From the depths thru ever burning The Witches rise And she is not alone anymore, oh no no no... The coven is alive once more

Act7: 13 PRAISES FOR THE DEWILL Men gather to Sheriff’s house to form a search party. Night is dark when they begin their quest. Narrator: Seekers of a missing child Brave men from the village Guided by strange glow of light Which can only be the great unholy might They hear the whispers from the Forest Voices in their head telling of their death No one knows who is friend and who’s foe Like their fright rise a burning glow Finally trees stand apart Fire burns chilling their hearts What a terrible sight they see Baby impaled in a young tree With heavy hearts and deep sorrow they return Deceased little girl with them They carry the small mutilated body to her mom Telling that her first born child is gone She must see with her own eyes It can't be that her baby girl just died (Sheriffs house. Upstairs People gather to see the tragedy) Narrator: All can only gaze Standing on the stairs Is mother with messy hair lifting screaming child high in the air The Dead baby lives! Sheriff’s daughter: Why you lied? My child, she´s alright! Narrator: (Whispers spread amongst the gathered people) Witch...whispers one ...Witch...says another Christine: Witch! She is a witch! She resurrects the dead! The Curse is coming back! We must fight against that! Villagers: Kill the witch! Burn her and her bastard child! Or she will make the Dead restless again! Sheriff: Stop this madness! We have done no wrong! Christine: Your eyes don't lie! She must have slept with Dewill to have these powers That sacrilegious baby which won't die A bastard child born of incest This whole family has turned their backs on God. They all have forsaken the holy truth and turned to dark path We must act or face the God's wrath Villagers: This work of the Dewill must end tonight! Burn them all and their house of SIN! With righteous flames blessed by almighty God We will banish servants of evil from this village Narrator: Fearful family gathered together and forced inside their house Praying for salvation and help from their God which has forsaken them First torch flies into the house and flames break loose Three witches watch as flames rise to heights Screams of the innocent fill the night sky As one house burns down another one on hilltop rises... END OF PLAY