Once there stood a castle high up on the moor On its grounds, wild heather grew that was the lure Open your mouth, inhale in wonder Omens of the end for you to ponder,
Long ago I dragged there from the depths of hell Sinew, flesh and bone to build my realms unblessed Hear the rising chant, glare and let your soul take rest. A snare embraces it, made by an angel who from the gallows fell.
Because I loved another man, I hung But my head severed still swore I shall lure, trap, torture, laugh and roar As in the eons past in which they’ve told my lore Tales of anguish when I dig my nails into your core. Open your mouth, as now, forevermore, I’ll burn my name onto your lying tongue.
Hear my cry and learn my secret name But first, we must begin this crimson game. Succeed, and I’ll grant you your free- -dom , the ultimate release But once in every blue moon’s evening breeze.
The castle on the moor still stands, For no whispered story ever ends
Now join in on the requiem I sing Or from a rope you too must swing. Slice of my claws, I shall sever your head By needle’s stitch, in Shadowland I am your King Forever bound to me by my obsidian thread.