Within the chamber, dark and red, Where shadows dance and wake the dead, A circle drawn upon the floor, Of blood and ash forevermore. Red candles flicker in the gloom, Illuminating every doom. Raise the chalice, drink the night, Bathed in crimson candlelight. Pentagram and bone and stone, In the shadows, she stands alone. Darkness calls her by her name, Playing out the ancient game. The skulls are watching from the side, Where ancient secrets love to hide. Dark roses wither in the air, As whispered words of power flare. She holds the goblet to the sky, As midnight echoes with a sigh. Raise the chalice, drink the night, Bathed in crimson candlelight. Pentagram and bone and stone, In the shadows, she stands alone. Darkness calls her by her name, Playing out the ancient game. Red wax melting on the stone, A ritual performed alone. The circle holds, the shadows creep, Into the dark, the soul goes deep.
