Into the forest of Moloch
Copious dark secrets within
The eyes of the owl are now upon us
Piercing through all who serve him
And as as darkness fall at it's feet
A congregation of the occult gather in robes
To burn an effigy
The flames of the pyre rise higher
Billowing above the trees
Burning 'dull care'
Fully aware of their disease
Blackened majestic forest
Tinged with the blackest intent
Of the darkest forces
Scorn of lament
The flames of the pyre still rising
'Dull care' is burning away
A sacrifice unto the owl
Beneath it's dark gaze