The Black Oak

Eternal darkness on our world
Eternal darkness on who succumb
by the hand of a psychopath
who leads two girls on the wooded path
hanging them to the tree’s branches
letting rot their white flesh
cursing the life of who passes
into the woods the spirits are assassin
Filled with hate, filled with pain
the forest all their anger contains
when it’s night you can hear them
Yelling, laughing their mouth full of scum

We call the spirits of the deads
they come to take you underneath, avenge
Calling the spirits of the deads
Revenge is on the path of flesh, again

When the night holds the full moon
Follow the path from the lagoon
bring with you an incensory
Spread the scent and follow the story
“We are here to set you free
we feel idiosyncrasy
may the hangman be forever
damned, no peace for him, never
May your animal hatred dance
we’ll help it dancing being in trance
Take delight of our panic
that’s the night of magic

Hang’em
Hang’em
Hang’em, to the black oak

Black Oak
I invoke
The spirits of the two girls slaughtered
Black Oak
I evoke
Their intense black lust for revenge