Of Unworldly Origin
That fateful moonlight night forever haunts my dreams The fog hung in the air just like a dead man Within the woods there stood the witch’s house Unholy hovel of the damned The lock broke easily enough That wicked crone was soon to be within my grasp I should’ve turned back on that night Before the witch’s spell was cast Sorcery of the black goat with 1000 young Uttering incantations of the fallen one Forsaken rites have conjured accursed gateways Into foul realms of unworldly origin I found her praying in the attic Bowing to that altar of the goat I froze with fear at what no mortal eyes should see panic stricken screams escaped my throat The symbols on the wall, they came alive Hideous laughter filled the room Reality crumbled away beneath my feet By swirling vortexes of chaos now consumed Nightmares from the beyond Lost in a dreamscape of madness Her disembodied eyes follow me through this tenebrous labyrinth (Solo: Davidson) Awakening in the cell of the asylum My tale too maddening to ever be believed Burned in my palm, the black mark of the horned one A cursed symbol of unworldly origin
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 10, 2025