Midnight approaches in the heart of Nashville Cultist have gathered with minds set on evil It's christmas night nineteensixtyone Time for black mass rite Now the time has come
Entering in silence where restless spirits dwell into the horrendously haunted Maxwell House Hotel A clandestine alliance of rituals profound Gathering for sceance on unhallowed ground
A ghostly presence vibrant throughout the corridors intensifying greatly on each of building's floors Phantoms of the clientele - A reminder of it's heyday; Confederates, a southern belle and ghosts of the kkk
To the fifth floor they ascend the stairs and solemnly enter the dining room where beneath a cobwebbed chandelier they arrange the black candle sphere
carving a pentagram into the floor into the recess coffee beans are poured reciting stanzas of satanic lore summoning their barista lord
It is said the coffee in his cup was was good to the very last drop Appearing before them as a spectral entity They reverently ask him for the secret recipe
But "NO!" says the wight, "Tremble before my might" He lets out a ghostly wail turning all their faces pale Rapidly their fear grows as the scream throws the hotel into shambles toppling the candles They stand paralysed as he goes all out poltergeist
"My secret shall remain in the abyss where I dwell now (come) join me for coffee legendary even in hell"
In ashes and scorched ruins the hotel meet its fate cruel winds carry the scent of a glory lost forever The reward beyond death is to roast slowly in hell the cultists, still in conspiracy sipping coffee with the devilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
