These harsh winds cut like knives
The wretched cold
Leaves dance as a whirlwind
Motives untold
Creeping shadows linger
Through broken trees
The rotting carcasses of
Crows line the scene
Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to
Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes
Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime
Afflicted by its presence
Demons set in
Fearful trying to run from
This approaching sin
Run to a desolate house
Attempt to hide
Unaware of the horrors
That lie inside
A lowly woman resides
Within this woeful place
A facade of helpfulness
With a crooked smile on her face
The stench of death lingers
With cold oblivion
Caged heads on withered bodies
Trapped inside the den of satan
Matters not
Poor or rich
Feed your soul
To the witch
Suffer slowly as the
Ritual takes place
The incantations
Drain the color from your face
Lips are turning blue
As the bloods removed from you
The markings on your skin
Conjure evil from within
Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to
Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes
Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime
The voices chanting louder
Unforgiving still
Kingdom of tragedy
This house on the hill
The domain of the damned
Unholy strife
Contained within the house owned
By the devils wife
The body now discarded
The corpse abused
The summoning of evil
Its purpose used
Darkness engulfs the forest
Animals writhe
Faint cackling is heard as
The summoned rise
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These harsh winds cut like knives
The wretched cold
Leaves dance as a whirlwind
Motives untold
Creeping shadows linger
Through broken trees
The rotting carcasses of
Crows line the scene
Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to
Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes
Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime
Afflicted by its presence
Demons set in
Fearful trying to run from
This approaching sin
Run to a desolate house
Attempt to hide
Unaware of the horrors
That lie inside
A lowly woman resides
Within this woeful place
A facade of helpfulness
With a crooked smile on her face
The stench of death lingers
With cold oblivion
Caged heads on withered bodies
Trapped inside the den of satan
Matters not
Poor or rich
Feed your soul
To the witch
Suffer slowly as the
Ritual takes place
The incantations
Drain the color from your face
Lips are turning blue
As the bloods removed from you
The markings on your skin
Conjure evil from within
Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to
Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes
Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime
The voices chanting louder
Unforgiving still
Kingdom of tragedy
This house on the hill
The domain of the damned
Unholy strife
Contained within the house owned
By the devils wife
The body now discarded
The corpse abused
The summoning of evil
Its purpose used
Darkness engulfs the forest
Animals writhe
Faint cackling is heard as
The summoned rise
The wretched cold
Leaves dance as a whirlwind
Motives untold
Creeping shadows linger
Through broken trees
The rotting carcasses of
Crows line the scene
Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to
Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes
Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime
Afflicted by its presence
Demons set in
Fearful trying to run from
This approaching sin
Run to a desolate house
Attempt to hide
Unaware of the horrors
That lie inside
A lowly woman resides
Within this woeful place
A facade of helpfulness
With a crooked smile on her face
The stench of death lingers
With cold oblivion
Caged heads on withered bodies
Trapped inside the den of satan
Matters not
Poor or rich
Feed your soul
To the witch
Suffer slowly as the
Ritual takes place
The incantations
Drain the color from your face
Lips are turning blue
As the bloods removed from you
The markings on your skin
Conjure evil from within
Disciples of the dark
Make their presence known
Swaddled in black robes
Call their master from beyond to
Starve the skies
As time
Distorts before our very eyes
Writhe cry
Inside
An amalgamate of filth and grime
The voices chanting louder
Unforgiving still
Kingdom of tragedy
This house on the hill
The domain of the damned
Unholy strife
Contained within the house owned
By the devils wife
The body now discarded
The corpse abused
The summoning of evil
Its purpose used
Darkness engulfs the forest
Animals writhe
Faint cackling is heard as
The summoned rise
Writer: Seth Norton, Steven Lunsford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid