Under the darkness of an unborn sun her curses echo
Thought to be of nightmares, her form is that of smoke
Whispering in and out of our dreams
She's found us through the darkest gate
The figure lurking beyond your gaze
The sensation of a wandering phantom
The sacrificial dagger thrust, wander not towards the screams
An evil only Satan can fathom
An evil only Satan can fathom
Walking neath the stars
A trail of blood at her feet
Unseen by eyes in this realm
A stench of waste 'round this gate
A passage to the void
The absence of light weighs down upon you
The darkness itself carries a demonic touch
It is not until true terror sets in that you hear her incantation
Arise, My son
With the forest you will grow
With blood, With bone
With this sacrifice you'll be whole
Mist, that smells of rotten flesh
(Rotten flesh)
Carries a curse throughout the skies
(Skies)
Mist, that smells of rotten flesh
Carries a curse throughout the skies
The scent fuses with your memory and rots your mind
And rots your mind
Crawling under her spell
Your movement hindered by rot
Lie down and join the worms
A trail of blood at her feet
Unseen by eyes in this realm
A stench of waste around this gate
A passage to the void
An evil only Satan can fathom
Walking neath the stars
A trail of blood at her feet
Unseen by eyes in this realm
A stench of waste 'round this gate
A passage to the void
