_(In the Chapel)_
The appointed lot has come upon me, mother,
The mournful ending of my years of strife,
This changing world I leave, and to another
In blood and terror goes my spirit's life.
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With this broom, tool of my will, I do cleanse, purify and prepare this space.
From this circle now I banish all fear, malice and misfortune,
that this circle may be a fit meeting place for gods and men.
As I do will, so mote it be.