Wyrd The Wicker Man
The rain pours down with pain, yet they sing and dance
Floating in a trance like state, bewitched by the
chanting
Masked faces far below me, laughing mockingly
The first torch is lit, soon followed by others
This is it now, it will all end, on this solstice's night
Flame, come take me, swallow me
Oh great nothing, devour me
Light it up, burn it down
May the gods, accept our sacrifice
Flesh to touch, flesh to burn
Do not keep the wicker man waiting
As flood I'll return, I am your sacrifice
Your corpse will rot into the fields, you'll famish and
starve
As plague I'll return, going to destroy your world
With fever you'll burn, and I'll save none