Warlock's Feast

Rise up, o' Sons of Darkness
Inherit thy eternal night
Witness the moon of blood
A sign of the demons' flight.

Stars above begin transformations
Alchemy of night's transmutations
Atop a knoll in the forgotten wood
Pillars of flame spawn the nephilim
Hands conjoined upon the witch's ball
Into flames the angels fall.

We adjourn to the Warlock's Feast
Tearing pages from a madiman's dream
Visions of terror and fantastical deeds
Ebbing forth with maniacal screams.

Upon the page the shadows fall
Reveal the scenes of heaven's fall.

Blood filled chalices to ordain the soul
With oil laden athames to cast the spell
The altar now set let the theme arise
To invoke the spirits on this devil's night.

Awakened chaos within an ancient sphere
Scribed in blackened tomes, the words of the damned.

Receptions defined of long lost voices
Translation of horrid visions from chanting mouths.

Secrets revealed from the first dawn of time Prophecies about the wars of mankind
The sins bleed forth as written in text
Scripts of apocalypse, the Books of Madness.

The bleak web of fate is spun for all to see
The unyielding path of mankind's eternity
These are the words of the damned.