The Conjuring - Black Francis

Where would I be now

Without my little star?

Without the knowledge how

To come down from my hill

To face and evil eye

And emperor with a quill

Oh where would I be now

Without my old grimoire?

Hiding in the dark

Sniffling in the trees

A beast doomed with a mark waiting

For the point

Step into the circle Astaroth anoint

Give us the power

To slay our enemies

Give the dreadful word

Give the dreadful word

Give to me the word

Give to me the word

Give it up to me

Give it to me now