Hung be the sky
With black
Yield day to night
May the
Presage
Come alive
With pure rage
I
Out of the grim nothingness,
Out of the dismal woods and noxious mists
Into an assemblage of warmth,
Into your house, your room, your wrists
Know, however many doors you
Lock Ill batter down them all
And whatever forces you summon
They cant save your soul
II
Oftentimes it seems to you
Something silently lurks there beyond the light
Well, its me I had been forced
To hide myself until this night
Separating from the airs
cold materiality,
I become a part of your world and
make you a part of my reality
Know, however many candles you light
Ill blow out them all
And whatever forces you summon
They cant save your soul
III
In flesh Im standing next to you
- a termination of the faith , an end of the creed
This dark shall bring you what you need
Hexifaction guaranteed
When concentration of the fear
Gets overwhelming youll make a desperate dart
For windows, doors
To save yourself
Its all in vain -
You wont get out
Alive
Before chasing a witch
Check your place in the food chain
As light ruthlessly grows dim
my eyes start to glow bright green
In your rueful life this will be
the last source of light you see
