Santa Mira - Cauldron

Gripping the mask with fear

A secret you must to share

Fear that the end is near

Restless as you dare

Follow the darkened path

A lesser travelled way

Towards eternal wrath

Desire which they praise

Smothering behind the mask

Choking as you breath

Turning to a pile of ash

Certain you can’t leave

Suffocating mask around

A smothered twisted face

No escape, forever bound

To never leave this place

Santa Mira drawning nearer

The sign in the mirror

The face getting clearer

On Hallows Eve, gather round

Glowing screen which you’re bound

Santa Mira your children are here

Locked in the tracing screen

The children gather 'round

Semiconscious structured state

Which they’re forever bound

Mechanized suits in sight

Won’t let you far tonight

Someone’s got you running

They won’t let this empire fall

An ancient coven dynasty

The season of the witch is free

Try to make a run but not too far

Who would ever want to try

Or understand the reason why

They will never let this empire fall