A man possessed, I walk alone

To find the coven 'neath the sanguine moon

Follow the wisps and strange gloomy lights

For the cult of Lyseric is meeting tonight

From the drums to the skulls comes their chant of Doom

I follow entranced to this ominous tune

I see the smoke rings ascending high

Lost in the woods, I'm fucking high

Hallucinate through the forest's threat

And I come upon this black witchcraft

Pentagram unbroken, the circle now complete

They beckon me to join their ritual Hasheesh

Enchanted with spells by the crone's drone song

Inhale the evil of the witchcraft bong

Witchtanic Hellucinations

Witchtanic Hellucinations

Twelve are here, you'll be the thirteenth

I sit at the fire, smell the cauldron's dank reek

Into the boil a bony finger is dipped

And unto my tongue the acid is dripped

Witchtanic Hellucinations

Witchtanic Hellucinations

Witchtanic Hellucinations

Witchtanic Hellucinations