The rite is almost ready, got a little left to do Intensify the prayers for it's coming above you The sun has already gone now There's nowhere to run to The moon is bright and clear, and we're going right on cue
We run around the corners searching that which we don't own We open hand of something and let it with the flow The stick is is slowly withering, my will had crushed down I bow down to the wizard, allow me to reach out
In this crooked village, years from now Wise women were burn in firepits on the church lands They live 'till now, reborn with all hate to spare