The Final Procession - Purple Hill Witch

Towards the black mass of an ancient galaxy

A funeral procession rides through realms of insanity

Aeons pass them, in slow implosion

Never to come back from the edge of reality

Down the spiral roads the malignant priest is on his way

Deceiving visions seduced their weary minds

To leave the world behind, but they could not be fooled

No crooked preacher could halt their heathen deeds

No abject graveyard could keep their souls asleep

Blessed by the deuce, their minds would never repose

An ancient omen once foretold that the evil will return

And all the sacred churches and temples will forever burn

An ancient omen once foretold that the evil will enrol

Once the wicked souls of the undead is buried in a black hole

Six lightyears under, the ritual has begun

Earth’s final spin around the celestial pole is done

Infernal fire, hotter than a thousand suns

Devours our mother earth, now they have won

Where right was wrong, a new black hole now is born