Howling is the wind
Twisted are the trees
Unearthed is the ground
As the moonlight shines
Your heart beats

Your fearful mind is now my macabre puppet
This is my forested garden of witchery and death
Enchanted necrosis you will take your last breath

Ghouls are entangled
Trees are mourning
Cadavaders are exhuming
The moonlight supremecy
Has prevailed

Your soul now incarcerated in a downward spell
This is my game of Wiccan Ministry
Now immortal, darkness runs through your veins

Through your veins...