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"
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023