Every fifty years

I taste your children's tears

I bath in their blood

and feed on their fears



Every fifty years

I declare a war on purity

the fire of vengeance

still burns inside me



I remember fools

remember every one of you

your laughter and your mockery

have marked my heathen soul

(The Black Hill woods where you let me die

have now become my world of sin)



I gave my dreams to Demonlords

I allowed them to molest me

they raped, abused and tortured me

they filled me with their hatred



I travelled through the pits of Hell

and learnt the truth of suffering

I saw the visions of the damned

and shared their precious knowledge



Hexes and spells they taught me well

unholy incantations

the way to weave my nightmares

to manifest my malice



You run and run but you can't hide

your soul is slave to horror

you'll be entrapped into my world

of insanity and murder



Silence will soon fall again

into the Black Hill forest

and I will haunt the mortal's dreams

the legacy of the Blair Witch