Rituals of the Oak - The Spell of Doom lyrics

Day turns to dusk Skies veiled black and shadows fall In a spiral of twisting fate I crawl Descent begins A sense of madness burns within I am a slave unto sin Inebriating tones are whispering my name Under the spell you're never the same From bleeding eyes A crimson trail of bitter tears Past fires burn smoke never clears I turn from faith While shades of night hide my disgrace Consumed by guilt falling from grace In suffocating darkness I have been reborn And for your sheltered souls I mourn