Trust me and you will speak with your deceased family. They’ve been anxious to hear from you, yet first there’s something we must do. He takes his victims by the hand, the planchette rests on the side stand. A magick a circle now takes form and from it falsehoods now are born.
Spirits hear my voice, come forth and join our séance I implore. We invite you to speak your name and rid this family of their shame. The teller now ‘possessed’ he cries, “you abandoned me before I died”. The Sitters start to shriek and yell, “I damn this family tree, to Hell!”
The Charlatan starts to turn cold, “What is this feeling?” mad, he scolds. “But spirits don’t exist you fools!” and to him comes this ghastly news. The Clients scream and try to leave, as vomit flows forth blue and green. They contort as their weak bones snap, Amduscias has laid his trap.
Teller and the Sitters, a glimpse from hell. Teller and the Sitters, an infernal realm.
Voices in his head, the lies he told. His client’s dead, their bodies cold. Rise now Unicorn, believe in him. Take human form. Immortal sin.
Fleeing from the scene he runs, a fleeting glimpse at the dusk sun. His tailcoat licked by daemonflame, “You’ll worship my unholy name!”. Randolph bolts to the preachers grasp. “I wondered how long this would last”. On his knees he wept and said, “I deceived them now they lie dead!”
Teller and the Sitters, a glimpse from hell. Teller and the Sitters, an infernal realm.
“Bless me Father I have sinned!” A creature came from deep within. The trumpets scream infernal sounds, Disciples rotting, stinking in the ground!
Teller and the Sitters, a glimpse from hell. Teller and the Sitters, an infernal realm.
Voices in his head, the lies he told. His client’s dead, their bodies cold. Rise now Unicorn, believe in him. Take human form. Immortal sin.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
