With Nightfall came a mist
And hollowed cries of innocents
Nailed, bleeding on the cross
Offering to the keeper of Crows

Stakes in the ground where followers pray
To a withered god chanting praise
Heads bowed down closing their eyes It won’t be long till death arrives

One by one they joined the dead
Ritual ends a sacrifice in red
Severed heads lay without a tomb
Appeasing harvester of Doom

Stakes in the ground the followers slain
To their withered god no more praise Carrion for the dark cold pale
Fatal ceremony, religion failed

In the blessed fields, followers gathering
In the crimson fields, they were all deceived
Through the midnight skies, a black witch flees
Cloaked in shadow might, laughing at me

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