The night is young, his soul so old
As darkness creeps around him
His misfortunes unfold

How did I end up here?
I feel a strange presence near, the woods
Thousand of branches, the foulest of stenches
All seemingly smothering me

In bleak full Moon light
Something's roaming the night
I'm just heartbeats away from a terrible fright

Unholy chanting stirs the air
An evil crawling from its lair

Seven figures dressed in cloakes
What horror their ritual provokes
The cultists now drawing near
As winds erupt, they form a circle
They call upon the infernal
The ritual's complete

Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood

All I can feel is like drowning
Life itself fading from me

An occult gathering of mystery and conjuring
These secret cultists conceived this sacrificial murder
Untainted innocent blood for ethereal transcendence

Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood