In the darkened wood
The mists begin to part
Smells of fire run through the forest
Cold breath out of a sour mouth
All at night the pagan circle
Gather around the moonlit stone
Unholy mass ancient symbols
Drawn a sword of blood
Hooded men encased in madness
Ancient stones stand draped in moss
The fingers tremble, the wrists bound
The eyes gaze from the black
All at night the pagan circle
Gather around the moonlit stone
Unholy mass, Ancient symbols
Drawn a sword of blood
Crimson river flows through stone
Flowing into a glass chalice
Caressing cracking flesh
The lifeblood invigorates
Cold air raises the flesh
Inscribed runes begin to glow
The shadows seem to dance
Laughs of the wicked men
Mouths pouring scarlet
Invoking in ancient tongue
Lights split the sky
Call upon dormant evil
Trembles amongst the ground
Rising from beneath
Hate filled air fills the lungs
Fire burns through
The band's debut is full of whiskey-burned growls and maniacal high shrieks, not surprising for a group of Detroit metal vets. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2016