The sacred soil

I cage my demons beneath sacred soil

Before they envelope the sky

And as they claw for their upheaval

I birth blackened wings and fly

We are the harbingers of fire

Clinging to the crux of life

We are the painters of the world we desire

To wear the face of another is to betray the mortal coil

And in the space where you find nothing

You must discover what makes blood boil

We are the harbingers of fire

Clinging to the crux of life

We are the painters of the world we desire

This is a call to arms

Speak the witch's language of fury and rage

The time to ascend is nigh

The strength, the will, the light

Fan the flames, become one

Ascend