Witchwood

Black magic has risen in Witchwood Their devilry takes place within our lonely woods Such strange words & stranger visions Forbidden hymns to summon things one never should Our children leave to hear their song Rituals to which they now belong Black magic rites Black magic, so long forgotten What mysteries lay hidden in the piper's song? Ancient world, ever-nearing It's much too late, there's no escape; we're far too gone A woman stood at Witchwood Cross And spoke to me, although a stranger Of eldritch worlds once thought lost And blasphemies that once were whispered She said: you'll welcome us into your homes We'll linger in your blood Our ways are in your bones From the Witchwood we rise and greet you at your door The old ways remain and the ancient gods they live on