Warlock

Herald the man born at the whispering tree
They gave the dark before the light could be
In which to plant their seed

Driven by the mages in the secrets of the elementals
From this channeled chaos comes a child born out of every curse

Thought he was healer (The grimoire tells it)
Not bound by their chimeric need
Held to the altar
And in the mirror saw it
A glimpse of the arcane
So Baphomet could rise to crown him

Warlock, warlock (The beast that runs amok)

Brought the servitors to his own will
With pages torn asunder
Plundered centuries of wisdom past
Took the magic path in league with necromancers and aged conjurers
Form the circle, there are spells to cast

Heretical doctrine
That governed every spell
A knowledge sought by dark decree
Follow the teacher
Winter's long becoming
Then let the faithful stand
The hexenhammer guides the mighty Warlock

Condemned by the trials
Held in fear there in Andover
For them, he deserved purgatory
When ambitions laid waste
To the land that was put before him
None would suffer his greed
Chained in the gatehouse (To curse the long days)
The solitude serves to demean
Who could have known then
That in the moments passing
His reach went out beyond
A malediction uttered by the
Warlock, warlock