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Acolyte
11:11
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Acolyte began in a life of sin
Mysticism cloaked memories within
Hidden from the light of the soul again
Resurrection path to the left begins
Wolf among the sheep seeking those too weak
Kneel among the faithful the hunters pique
Hunger of a daemon the thirst oblique
Mark upon the target the blessed meek
Stalking in the night slip between the lights
Entering the house searching for the sight
Floating down the hall to the glow of white
Stop before the door of the Acolyte
Whispering a foul stench of foetid breath
Calling out a name to the soundless flesh
Creep into the dreams of the sleeping wreck
Sink your tendrils deep in the luminesce
Over the ground in empty pools
Swirling around the aimless fools
Cutting the ties of church-bound rules
Waiting to see the consequences
Surging beyond the nameless fences
Counting to mark the lifeless lenses
Among the never seen – Behind the Nazarene
As he taught the world to love
Not hidden below or high above
The half of the quarter sought the dove
Changing the wicked world to kind
Healing the sick, the lost, the blind
Showing the way, the path divine
Among the never seen – Beside the Nazarene
As an equal in his quest
Some thought their place above the rest
Jealousy formed to spoil the best
Judas would plot and act the friend
For pieces of silver he would send
Him onto a cross-bound bitter end
Among the never seen – Betrayed the Nazarene
Now the soul is taken the battle done
Acolyte in thrall to the daemon one
Exile on the earth walks another son
Preying on the flock ‘til they’re overrun
Converting the saved to a damned soul
Power of the dark on this plane doth grow
Innocence will fall with a quiet groan
Acolytes of light to the dark have flown
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2. |
Wytches
11:03
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Wytches are on my side
Watching my back protecting
All I hold, all of my
Hopes and cares as my ally
Erika - Effy Wytch - Frappuccino
Mocha Wytch - Latte Wytch – Frappuccino
Having a wytch beside
Shadowy forces let me
Focus my precious time
On my creative life line
Erika - Effy Wytch - Frappuccino
Mocha Wytch - Latte Wytch – Frappuccino
In the space between seconds
On the face of a moment
Walk between falling raindrops
These are things Wytches easily make to be if you can see
Wytches never seen, midnight dream
It may seem they have been
In between Halloween
And your queen, pure, pristine
Serpentine Byzantine
Tangerine coupling
Cymbaline of your being
Everything you could glean
Want or be in between
On your knee guarantee
Lonely free you can’t see
From your tree refugee
In the space between moments
On the place of your vision
Running through sheets of fire
Pass into cloudburst waterfall when you call Wytches all live here!
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3. |
Sorceror
09:01
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From the peaks of Delph
To the depths of Squire
The course we lead is ever clearer
I now can see to the Seven Realms
Where the wizards rule the clouds
Dream of darkly shrouded spires
I’m tangled in the mire
A distant drum
Attracts me to her walls
I reach the bridge and fall
Upon my knees
The grey castle stares at me
Through dimming eyes
A symbol of forgotten power
The tall and darkened tower
Tears at me
What lies beyond the door
And down the corridor
I cannot see what lies beyond...
Why anyone would want
To unearth the ancient secrets
of time?
An eagle can’t control his flight
And unicorns can’t choose their path
The wizards rule the course of day
But Sorcerers rule the night!
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4. |
Skinwalker
09:59
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Apache took their land
And with a cursed hand
Bewitched the cursed sand
The Utes would live in fear
For when the moon came near
Skinwalker would appear
To turn their tribal blood
Into a charnal flood
Flowing through the night
Until the morning light
Brought death into their sight
A shadow in the ditch
Half human, half mad witch
Became the vengeful myth
Again the beast has come
The hunger has begun
Thousands of years it’s been this way
Shunned until this very day
Cursed dirt, cursed clay
None set foot where evil walks
Of this plague we will not talk
Skinwalker preys and stalks
And though we sing our hymns
This place belongs to him
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Changeling
07:07
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Daemon of the night, rule the dark
Targeting the last matriarch the changeling
Crackling of the fire of the spark
Growing to a plague disembark your plaything
Weary of the chase lay the mark
Hopefullessly lost offer up the changeling
Journey to the end of the bark
Hiding in an oak or a maple bracing
Mist upon the moor and the farm
Breathing in the poison air of gazing
Cobalt blue and black phantom arch
Call upon the last vessel ark the changeling
Counting out in 5 in alarm
Counting to the last ragged breath of waiting
Ending all the near and the far
Counting down in 3 to the last left standing
Drowning in the air in the pond
Liberate the final mournful changeling
Realizing time falls apart
Clinging to that final threaded breathing
See no longer hearing the dark
Turn to dust return to your void of being
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WytchCrypt Washington
WytchCrypt is the solo project progressive doom metal band of Dennis Montgomery - most well known for solo project prog rock band, "Mutiny in Jonestown". WytchCrypt seeks to combine the influences of doom metal, 70's progressive rock and the 12 tone theory of classical composer Arnold Schoenberg into something new to explore the genre of progressive doom metal. ... more
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