Witching Hour

Wicked ones
Into the abyss of the old ways
We're here and damned
All that's pure is now insane

Rot here and waste everything
Rot nothing but a selfish dream
Rot hear it but its not ok
Rot want it but its all a waste

Fuck your God
You fucking piece of shit
You'll be rotting in the ground
Worms are here eating your face

We've come here
To do what thy wilt
Written on the walls
A place to sin

Nation of religious cults
Dripping in blood
Graves for the masses
Dead and gone

Its the witching hour
And we're all dead
Burning candles at both ends
Taste of fire is strong

Worshiping the end
Impure divine
Rotting madness
One less mind



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Christopher Brock
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