... A Chosen Few

Let's just go now, right now
Smoke
Yeah

Mountain riff crash the sky
Smoke laden bongships rise
Our coven is only three
A chosen few blessed by sorcery

Within fire, I've tied up you
Our magic, I remember you
To the ground in the our temple
Invoke the hate of templars

Children of the future
Enslaved to the blackest drug
Violence in our blood
Darkness consume the earth, yeah