Old Truths, Ancient Magick

By ancient laws of witches
Eight sacred nights set apart
When all earth’s forces combine
Magical rituals will start

Seductive infamy, dark attraction
Forbidden paths, fascination
Beguiling intent begs deception
Decay of innocence commenced

What is the truth behind these lies?
Why are such sacred beliefs despised?
Do the black arts warrant fear?
Unfounded cautions to adhere

Darkness waits where answers lie
Hand in hand their paths entwined
Among the trees upon a hurst
Seven sisters stand accursed

Come brave the sacred land
Beyond your pale existence
Wait for the midnight hand
Inside a ring of crosses

God … bless … your … soul
God bless your soul. God bless your soul. god bless your soul

Doubts in your mind abound, silence the only sound
Darkness has cast a shroud, reach for your own
Choose your eternal path, ring destroyed, just two halves
Torn at its callow heart, caution withdrawn

The silence is broken, old truths are spoken
Unholy awakening
Madness surrounding, the beast cry resounding
Born from the pit
Never turn back, on eyes that are black
Run for your life
Shepherd’s lost sheep, your soul pray to keep
Comfort me still