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