Come Not Here - Cauldron

The chosen few they have travelled to

Engage in games of depraved desire

The twisted playground of the first elite

Beyond the knowledge of society

Deep in the woods hide the skull and bones

Gather round with your crimson robe

Sink your teeth into the darkest treat

The best offering of the finest fleet

High in the hills waiting in the dark

Ceremony is about to spark

Cremate your care in the firy pit

Human torso and Cranium split

See the details in the children’s bones

The body burns as the owl looks on

Retain this night of ethology

Growing stronger for eternity

Spit upon the fire, an oracle of desire

Time to cast your feelings away

Wisdom of the sire, emotional transpire

Let the wind come and carry thy doubt away

Beyond the web are the restless breed

The chosen elite abound

And all are free on this deadly night

Burning it to the ground