Bewitched (feat. Rheese Peters)

Foul witch of agony, conjuring the realm where ancients lurk

Calling out to the elements in tounges of ritual

Sigils bind the flesh you inhabit

Offerings of blood paint the walls of your temple

Raise the dead

With your necromantic gaze

Resurrect

Their skeletal remains x2

Feel the wake of hells despair

Distorted voices are all that you hear

Echoing whispers empowering the dead Holding the balance of this world in their hands

As your echoing whisper empowers the damned

Hold the balance of this world between your hands

Macabre intentions spread across the earth

Bringing the sound of your malignant voice to the ears of the cursed

The whispers grow louder as this evil gains power

Draining the essence of all; they cower

Connected to the source of this disaster

Without a hope to remain in the light, only a future of unfurling blight

Humanity becomes a sea of corpses upon this sphere of un-life

As was to betide, the witch shall rise

Hideous malformed beings

Ascending upon them

Extracting evil residing inside

Feed on the vessels unworthy of life

Raise the dead with your necromantic gaze

Resurrect the soulless skeletal remains

Seizing then contorting

Souls intertwine, one with the damned

Without hope dwelling in the light

No will for me to fight

As your echoing whisper empowers the damned

Hold the balance of this world between your hands

Foul witch of agony

The snake's hex, slithering into my mentality

Now caught in her grip; my hold begins to slip

On what I might have called my sanity

Just like the others who desperately claw at each other

This darkness reigns, born of the plague in me

Converted into one of the damned

She holds the balance of this world between her hands

Foul of witch pain