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Incantation
00:26
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Cauldron
03:06
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The witches' brew boils full of bones
A coven born of the devil's throne
Children taken to fulfill dark spells
Ancient chants summon demons from hell
Steam and smoke fill the air with screams
Townspeople pray upon their knees
The cauldron spills full of tears and blood
Powdered eye of newt, feathers from black doves
A pinch of guilt, a dash of fear, virgin flesh and severed ears
As the cauldron starts to boil, hell's hounds stir from the soil
The final brew from which we feast
Bestows the power of the immortal beast
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Sacrifice
02:44
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Youthful innocence
Perfect ignorance
Minds cannot resist
Darkest nothingness
We need to feed upon young souls
So that our flesh won't decompose
Earthly bodies are so weak
The offering must be complete
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Witching Hour
03:06
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Omnipotent evil thrives in the night
Clenching teeth with ghoulish delight
Demons consume you as you sleep
From your flesh tears of sweat weep
Torches and pitchforks rise in the air
Ropes untied for witch to ensnare
Stakes erected atop the pyre
Soon they’ll gather for the shrieking choir
Prayers to the devil are answered with haste
Clouds turn black, the rain cuts your face
Ominous cackles heard from the woods
Necromancer faces covered by hoods
The witching hour is upon us at three
Unholy power from cages set free
Hunger for suffering, you will succumb
Cold winds rise, birthed from cauldrons
Upon wooden stakes they burn and cry
Through the flames they laugh
"What is dead cannot die"
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Devil's Mirror
03:35
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Steer clear of the devil's mirror
Just a glance it draws you nearer
The eyes you see are not your own
They crave what is in your soul
The earth cracks, you sink down below
The light fades, dirt fills your throat
The souls of hell drift and moan
Satan's servants strike you with stones
Their knives aren't sharp, they're rusted and dull
Cuts aren't clean, they saw through your skull
Sacrificial lambs led to the slaughter
Flesh collected at the foot of the alter
The power they seek does not have a name
Drink from the cauldron by the light from the flame
Feed from the blood found only in death
Souls depart as you take your last breath
When you die, they shall live
All of time, for them you give
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