Witchwood

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