1. 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:
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:
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:
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.


2. 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...


3. 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...


4. 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!


5. 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 it's pale skin
The end of sabbath draws near
Her hand goes down to her vessel
And she takes the dewills name


6. 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


7. THIRTEEN 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...