Cultist Activities Lyrics

Somewhere in the dead of night

The woods are bout to come alive

Bound and gagged and in a fright

The vessel tries to make a fight

The cultists says that this is right

Their God from the void will live tonight

Candle lights burning bright

Gleaming steel on the knife

They read from the scriptures now

Their God tells them this is how

Draw a symbol in the dirt

Don't forget to recite the words

"Evil king this is your vessel

We take the life with this here metal

Join us on this dark night

As we give you a whole new life"

Their victim cries in fear and hate

Silenced while they meditate

They don't care to conversate

Their leader sharpens up the blade

These may be the final days

All the cultists celebrate

They all chant "this is fate!"

"This vessel is yours to take!"

The knife is thrust into the heart

Perfect aim it hits its mark

Candles snuffed all is dark

Silence shakes the woods apart

The vessel lays motionless

Once full of fear now emotionless

Suddenly twists with ferociousness

The cultists cheer in boastfulness

Raising up knife in chest

The vessel stands unimpressed

The god demanded only the best

It seems the cult has failed the test

It rips the blade out of its flesh

And plants it in the leaders neck

It mercilessly slays the rest

And continues on its evil quest

Bodies litter the woods now

No body knows how

Oh the smell is so foul

What was this all about?

Evil walks among us due to cultist activities

What we see as horrid they call festivities

What they see as necessities we call extremities

While they make discoveries we mock their deities