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