The dunwitch horror (Wilbur Whateley) ft. Dillon Skuta Lyrics

In a desolate

Decrepit village

A man deemed dead

Due to his disfigurement

It ages rapidly, shunned by

Its appearance

A hideous figure,

Inhumane

Animals despise it, and fear it

Due to an unnatural,

Inhuman order

Emitting from its body

A foul stench

long tendrils

Emanating from its body

Indoctrinated by his grandfather

To do his bidding

Into a darkened sermons

And the study of witchcraft

I Wilber Whateley

Son of yog-sothoth

I have grown in power

A colossal entity

Summoned by the dark

Gathering up the Necronomicon

To call upon the great old ones

Aged and half insane

Father oh can you hear me

Dunwitch will fall

The village engulfed with an undying

Vengeance

Endless madness

Enter the psychosis

No one will survive

Watch as

They scatter like roaches

Now they finally see

What they have made me become

My true form

The Devine abomination has been

Reborn its to late

Limb are ripped from there

Bodies never to be seen again