Owls Woods Graves - Devil Is Real I Saw Him in the Woods

Broken amp ritual, flashing lights in the trees
Brain ripping discord near the house of the witch

He was real... that night

Don’t you ever summon what you cannot control, wise man said
But we run through the night with the broken glass in the palms of our hands

The form of flesh
I raised my head, I raised my hand

And icy claw of the horned points at the frightened centre
Of my soul