Possessed by a Craft of Witchery - Carach Angren

Abducted by another freak of society

Two little pigs are snatched by the wolf

In this stone-cold reality

Tempted by the serpent in disguise

Poisoned by forbidden sweets

In a promised paradise

Built on lies

They are taken

Their hands tied to their backs

Their mouths taped shut

They awake in a concrete chamber

Stones instead of gingerbread

Two flies flew into a black sugar cobweb

By the scum of our own kind

This treacherous web has been spun

Numbed by fear they wait

For an aggressive hungry spider to appear

Too late to run away

They have been misled

No rooftop made of cake

No walls built of bread

Not even a glimpse of light

Is reaching inside

Neither from the sun

Nor from the moon

For there are no windows of clear sugar

Built in this dreary room

Thoughts of milk, pancakes with treacle

And warm beds draped with silk

A delicious promise has been broken

And the intention behind is of a malicious kind

This is no fairytale house

Surrounded by caramel flowers

In a chocolate garden of confectionary trees

This is the residence of a deranged psychopath

Who truly believes to be possessed

By a craft of witchery

He kills children in the name of a witch

A demonic voice compels him

To wander as a friendly clown

Searching in every town

Until fresh victims are found

The voice of the witch

Spits venomous words in his head

It can only be silenced

When the infants are dead

Her ghost slithers

Like black fog down the chimney at night

Only he can see this tormenting parasite

Dragging the children from the cellar

Into a room equipped for ritual sacrifice

The walls are blotched with religious symbols

To glorify an infernal paradise

He locks the girl up in an iron cage

To witness her young brother’s death

Now she will hear all his screams

Until he draws his last breath

The serial killer shackles the boy to the floor

Upon the sign of the witch

The children scream

«No more!»

«Shut the fuck up

I will now take his precious little life»

Whispering unholy rhymes

While holding a black-hilted knife

And he stabs like a maniac

Because the witch gave permission

To mutilate the child beyond recognition