Coven Tree - Blood Ceremony

Lo, Saturnalia, the gods will come tonight

We’ll sit at their table and share their infernal light

Oh, lord of misrule your song is never the same

And you never leave one the same as when you came

Dark spirits will leave us now, the wind has filled with sighs

The roots of our witchery reach down toward the burning fires

We’ll circle the hallowed tree and leave this world behind

Ascension through sorcery toward pleasures rare to find

I know, I know all too well

The wines of wizardry they’re running through our spells

I know, I know all too well

This world of death, this world of squares

We’ll leave it all for hell