| Black magic has risen in Witchwood
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| Their devilry takes place within our lonely woods
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| Such strange words & stranger visions
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| Forbidden hymns to summon things one never should
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| Our children leave to hear their song
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| Rituals to which they now belong
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| Black magic rites
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| Black magic, so long forgotten
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| What mysteries lay hidden in the piper’s song?
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| Ancient world, ever-nearing
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| It’s much too late, there’s no escape; |
| we’re far too gone
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| A woman stood at Witchwood Cross
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| And spoke to me, although a stranger
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| Of eldritch worlds once thought lost
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| And blasphemies that once were whispered
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| She said: you’ll welcome us into your homes
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| We’ll linger in your blood
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| Our ways are in your bones
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| From the Witchwood we rise and greet you at your door
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| The old ways remain and the ancient gods they live on |