First Rite

[Verse 1] We trace the mark beneath your skin — our shadows bleed your name Three daughters born of gallows flame, we kindle ancient blame In the hush of the esbat’s moon (the silent covenant we claim) We turn your fear into our song — the incantation, the frame [Pre-Chorus] We dance the fox-hound’s whip, we taste the fissure of your trust Our lips recall the osculum infame, that shameful oath of dust [Chorus] Come witness our covenant, beneath the chalice stars we writhe We carve the devil’s ledger in your flesh — you bow, you drown, you thrive We are the daughters of Salem’s first spark, the blood-seed of the sign Tonight the prison of your fear unbinds — we raise the ancient line [Verse 2] The witch’s mark, the branded hope — we wear her legacy in bone By candle’s tongue and drum’s heartbeat, the veil is rent, the wrong becomes our throne We summon her from ash and guilt, the mother of the first coven’s breath Her laughter cracks the midnight glass — your solace stops at death [Pre-Chorus] You think this play is but for show — you’re part of the spectacle we raise The rite becomes your requiem — your body bows, your spirit stays [Chorus] Come witness our covenant, beneath the chalice stars we writhe We carve the devil’s ledger in your flesh — you bow, you drown, you thrive We are the daughters of Salem’s first spark, the blood-seed of the sign Tonight the prison of your fear unbinds — we raise the ancient line [Bridge] Drums of bone, fires of night, the circle closes, the goat sits right Triune flame, three threads of wrath, our voices echo past your path The midnight mark, the tethered soul, you’re now the prize, you’ve paid the toll Bow or break — the choice is ours, we are the heirs, we are the scars [Outro] In the hush of dawn we vanish — but your nightmare is our home The daughters leave their sleep in yours, the sigil lives in stone [Outro] In the hush of dawn we vanish — but your nightmare is our home The daughters leave their sleep in yours, the sigil lives in stone