Murder at the Seance

Summoned from slumber down in hell
One foolish mind will die tonight
Nothing but vague outlines to tell
A feeling of hate for all that's alive

They fly through reals of hate
Dark incantation is sound
One blasphemous smile with intense rage
Glares with a silence loud

The merciless grip of consequence
Fates now changed its foul stench

Dying inside abyss in near
Taken with ease and no return
Decrepit is the hand of fear
From a loving home to hell you burn

Confusion holds the innocent mind
That stands alone
Frozen by the actions done
By the friend she can't see anymore

The merciless grip of consequence
Fates now changed its foul stench

They will find you
Take your life
It will find a way
To make its spirit whole

It will find you
Your fed to the void
It will find a way
To make its spirit whole



Credits
Writer(s): Prophesied Gnar
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