Tree of Woe - Acid Mammoth

I know you from the blackness, mystic fires ablaze

Hell is empty, demons gather around my grave

Witches gather round the ashes, Sabbath rites tonight

Casting dreadful incantations, that denounce the light

Evil uttered conjurations upon my soul

Appearing from the blackness, mystic fires ablaze

Satan’s smiling in the corner, on his scarlet throne

Witches gather round the ashes, reading ancient scrolls

Casting dreadful incantations, upon my soul

The pit is empty, witches gather, around my grave

Upon the tree of woe with evil conjurations

Satan grows his congregations

Upon the tree of woe with harsh convictions

Satan plans his crucifixions

Bound and tied upon the tree of woe

The tree of woe

Crucified upon the tree of woe

The tree of woe

Dreadful cries upon the tree of woe

The tree of woe

Left to die upon the tree of woe

The tree of woe