Witchery - Of Blackened Wing

""Out of the dark howl of the beast Voices are calling from the deceased With candle in hand a cross to my throat I speak the unspeakable to the unknown The verse reversed the path left-hand They answer the call the call of the damned Out from the deep a chorus of screams The baphomet fly of blackened wing Avow... the crucifix burns to the touch Daemon... on blackened wing your darkness bring Daemon... the churches burn and the dead shall sing Backwards and forwards the chanting begins Rite of the templar the codex obscure A chill in the air a twitch of the nerve Summons them all to the astral curse Avow... the crucifix burns to the touch Daemon... on blackened wing your darkness bring Daemon... the churches burn and the dead shall sing Bleeding from the eyes and parched with thirst The death grip comes with wisdom's birth Gripping... choking the life out from me As the circle breaks And the old ones wake Like a shadow out of time... Daemon... on blackened wing your darkness bring Daemon... the churches burn and the dead shall sing""

Written by:
PATRIK JENSEN

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