1.THE ONE WHOM SHADOWS CLOAK

The town has gathered for the feast
A feast of blood and hatred
For the one who calls bats from the trees
The one who calls children into their feast

Women accuse and stand guilty before the flames
Of a god from a land afar
And creatures from the swamps near
Witness the agony of the accused
Desperately claiming their innocence
Before the court of their muse

As the Strumpets Hands are bound and the torch is lit
The one whom shadows cloak stands behind the grit
Glowing from the horrid scene the face
Of the villagers look on with glee
They watch the heat crawl from the floor up to the witches tit.

Crushed by stone
He cries more weight
As their perceived evil leaves his flesh and leaks to the soil

The soul is bound by meat
Crushed and released

The one whom shadows cloak sits in their minds
Seated behind the veil of reason
The accusation chair bares no prejudice for its seater
The throne of accusers comes with blinders
And unleashes it's despair

The one whom shadows cloak is behind every decision