Of Unworldly Origin - Revocation

That fateful moonlight night forever haunts my dreams

The fog hung in the air just like a dead man

Within the woods there stood the witch’s house

Unholy hovel of the damned

The lock broke easily enough

That wicked crone was soon to be within my grasp

I should’ve turned back on that night

Before the witch’s spell was cast

Sorcery of the black goat with 1000 young

Uttering incantations of the fallen one

Forsaken rites have conjured accursed gateways

Into foul realms of unworldly origin

I found her praying in the attic

Bowing to that altar of the goat

I froze with fear at what no mortal eyes should see

Panic stricken screams escaped my throat

The symbols on the wall, they came alive

Hideous laughter filled the room

Reality crumbled away beneath my feet

By swirling vortexes of chaos now consumed

Nightmares from the beyond

Lost in a dreamscape of madness

Her disembodied eyes follow me through this tenebrous labyrinth

Awakening in the cell of the asylum

My tale too maddening to ever be believed

Burned in my palm, the black mark of the horned one

A cursed symbol of unworldly origin