Never thought myself the conjuring type
But what I saw set my soul alight
Through the bushes I not but stared
As magic, black the two were paired
Robed procession, garb draping black
Torches blaze as thunder cracks
Goateed Devil overlooks the throng
As they wail the witch's song
The Night I will always remember
When pagan flames reached the sky
On the eve of the first of November
I only curse god, "Why?!"
Souls lay bare at Lucifer's hooves
Dagger drawn with devotion to prove
Eldritch rites obscured by time
Unveiled before these eyes of mine
Never thought myself the conjuring type
But I can't forget what I saw that night
Now I wield the forces I once shunned
Thrice three and three and one
But what I saw set my soul alight
Through the bushes I not but stared
As magic, black the two were paired
Robed procession, garb draping black
Torches blaze as thunder cracks
Goateed Devil overlooks the throng
As they wail the witch's song
The Night I will always remember
When pagan flames reached the sky
On the eve of the first of November
I only curse god, "Why?!"
Souls lay bare at Lucifer's hooves
Dagger drawn with devotion to prove
Eldritch rites obscured by time
Unveiled before these eyes of mine
Never thought myself the conjuring type
But I can't forget what I saw that night
Now I wield the forces I once shunned
Thrice three and three and one