Run
Run
The ancients call
Past the guarding trees
And hedged stones
Wolves howl
Wings Beat
Fire burns
The Cold's bitter sweet
Chant begins
Spirits awake
Rise to meet their summoner
Moon's blessing upon their cursed circle
Clad in the robe of their animal kin
Breathing in unison
Souls outreaching
Many
One
Blending
Bleeding
Transforming
Screams from the scarifice
Out matched by the Demon's laughing
Altar of Black
Now made made
Sacrifice for their sin
Moon turns crimsion
As knife sinks
Eyes widen
Bleak
Devil's sheiking laughter
As the table erupte to fire
Cirle breaks
Habds outstrech
To the one whom they gave their pledge
Cruel laughter
At the sight of bodies
In and out
Convulsing into one
Demon enters his new pawn
Howls at the moon
With claws of blood
And breath that reaks
Run
Run
The ancients call
Lay waste to the invaders camp
Death and Primal forces now fully awake
Blood baptising this king of wolves and beasts
Dead bowing humbly at his feet
Bodies his coutly rule
Sun rises
One last howl
Demon must leave his pawn
His devil hell spawn
Body breaking
Black blood out pouring
Reverting
Once one now many again
Blinding blast
Bodies fly
Pact fulfilled
Nothing but corpes left
The Druids Sacrifice
 
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