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Old religion of the soil

I am loyal to the witch cult

At war with the normals

Pay back is a bitch huh

Nine million were tortured

Now a triple fold of christians rot

The pagan soul's immortal

So I haunt who I fucking want

Queen of cold darkness

Bring to us the child of promise

The vanquishing of the holy king, by the oak king

Let the waxing year begin

Wild women alone in the forest

Theirs a horned God here

Where tree tops vanish in fog

Tongues haunt in the dark

In the oaks where you invoke the Gods

More alone then I ever thought that I would be

The moment my mortal eyes open I was free

To join the bright young things in the great rite

Five fold kiss me

Make a high priest out of me

Do all my favorite things

Hands up all rise

Rise, rise, rise!!!

Waving my magic sword

Deeper into the forest

Hooded screaming horrors

As we sink into the soil