Called for by Death - Witchery

You Defyer had to drink from the chalice of glass

Mindless sinner for both ends of your candle burns

The moon rises higher and with it comes your sense of despair

Stalking the shadows feeding the fear that you bear

Destitution of your soul it cast no fight

Ancestral death rejected by your god as you die

There are vows to be honoured

There are fates to be sealed

Religious absence and internal voids

No wonder you’re called for by death

Lost and abandoned easy prey for the prowlers of dusk

Alienation ravenous nightfall the dark comes alive