There is nary a murmur of hope
Awake from dead slumber
With a crack like a…
Mallet of bone flesh boiled from femur of man
Makes three knockings a mocking of the Holy Trinity
Emerge from a flimsy shelter
And flee barefoot through curse-rotted woods
Is it the rancid odor of disease
Or is it the evil lurking
Between the trees
Evade a foul ape disciple of hell
Ear-splitting howl so shrill it could send
Chills down the spines of the dead and buried
It carries like a gale through the quaking aspеn
Its spells and hexes lеarned of tomes predating man
Trailed by fierce eyes
That pierce the shroud of heavy mist
It appears that they effervesce
To the rhythm of a human’s beating heart
Each palpitation’s quelled
By a muffling wall of forest
A blanket of silence
Trees befallen by disease
Born of hell’s soliloquys
Those who enter may never leave again
Forever wytches’ playthings
Don’t waste such sweet prayers you utter from sweat-drenched lips
Just cry for a savior with a shriek of pure adrenaline
Incantations darker than the likes of any verse in the Bible
Our books are older and bound in living flesh
You cannot flee darkness descends faster than you can move your feet
The great apes will eviscerate the lost
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Sasqwytch Lyrics – Barefoot Through Curse-Rotted Woods