1. WITCH HOUSE

This house is cursed
My dreams have died
Replaced with somnabulism
And infanticide

The sealed loft above my room
From wence the impending horror looms
The violet light that heralds slumber
The portal cast th rough angled lumber

Walpurgis revels, hallow's night
The beldame leads the demonic rites!
and I am cursed, and ive gone mad
For I am death and I am dead!

The chittering speech of her rat familiar
Fills my walking hours with cold dark shivers
Nights drift by in vague abysses
Cylopean monoliths and glowing prisms


2. WORSHIP THE WORM

Buried in your narrow house, six feet under.
Rest In Peace, the mourners, heartfelt wish.
But there is no god above you, only the worms below
And when your casket rots, they squirm forth

Upon your putrefacted flesh the worms do feast.
Creeping through your brains, they eat your spent hopes.
Crawling through your heart, they eat your secret loves.
The worms swallow all that you were, and will ever be

Worship the Worm as it consumes your Eternity,
Worship the Worm as it conquers your Humanity