Witchwood - Blood Ceremony

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